It Is Tuesday

The kids are back at school after a long, holiday weekend. I have made the bed, been to the grocery store, put the shopping away, sorted and started some laundry, emptied the dishwasher, and have decided that now is a good time to drink another cup of coffee and ignore some of the other things that need to get done.

It rained all day yesterday. All day. Finley had a 4H workshop to attend, and Zivah had piano lesson with Grandma. When we got home at 5 o'clock the rain had not let up, and we all sprinted to the house. The van has a motorized sliding door, which, for the most part, is a wonderful convenience. When the kids were little and didn't have the umph to open or shut the door, all I had to do was push a button to open or close the thing. Sometimes, though, this creates a problem. Like yesterday, when no one remembered to push any buttons. I noticed the door was open about 15 minutes after we had gotten home. I was thankful that I could stand inside the house and push the button on the key fob instead of needing to run across the yard in the rain. This morning, I wasn't so thankful when we realized I had locked Dragon in the van overnight, and the van smelled like cat pee.

Thanks, Drag.

We have had to deal with another stinky, animal smell recently. Daisy got loose a few nights ago, and managed to find herself a skunk. It was the middle of the night, and I had to get her locked back up so that she wouldn't keep waking us up with her barking as she ran beneath our windows in joyous, unfettered freedom. The next time this happens, someone please remind me to put my hair up. Leaning over to pet my stinky dog for coming to me when I called her, my hair must have brushed against hers, and I wasn't allowed back in my own bed until I had shampooed my hair several times.

In other news, Netflix is ruining us all. We have taken to having family movie nights on a near-weekly basis. I have my own memories of movie nights growing up. We would pop a bunch of popcorn into a cut-down, paper grocery bag and settle in front of the TV to watch "Silver Screen Classics" on the PBS station. We didn't get a choice as to what movie we were going to watch. Movie nights at our house, while originally sheer joy, are now starting to become less so. There are usually 5 of us at home, and, thanks to the variety and instant gratification Netflix promises, 3 or 4 of us expect to be able to watch something we are convinced we will enjoy. I don't think I ever took a statistics class, so I am not sure what the odds are of finding a movie that all 5 people with differing tastes will like, but it is at least 125 to 1. We are working on our attitudes.

This weekend, I managed to snag control of the remote, and we started watching the 1956 version of Around the World in 80 Days. The kids, in spite of their obvious intrigue at times ("How do hot air balloons work?" "Look at the Chinese dragons!" etc.) claimed it was totally boring. In between captivating scenes, Joe and Z ended up doing this:

Finally, this drizzly Tuesday, a last, not-worth-mentioning bit of news:

The coffee is gone. 

I must move on with my day.