Monday, Monday

I feel compelled to write today just to keep the spirit of the blog flowing, but there really is nothing exciting to report. Hang around though, it looks like it really will rain today and give the patch job on the roof a real test. That will be hot, blogable material. Otherwise, I just made more bid appointments with tile guys in attempt to keep things in the bathroom moving (yes, I eat lots of fiber, too!) so that we really will be doing the Flight of the Coburns, not just the Perch of the Coburns. Jason comes home from SB tomorrow. I talked to him today; after spending a few days babysittng he is starting to say things just like a parent would, things like, "Well, we're just about to put him down," and "He's at such a curious stage." He also came to the conclusion that it takes between 4 and 6 people to raise a child sanely. When I asked him if he wanted a child of his own yet he said, "Almost...but not quite." There really is no room for a baby (or a pregnant lady for that matter) in the dolphin anyway...

21 Feet Parked on Sunset...

HELLO! Jaycie here, flying solo as Jason makes good on his promise to deliver cabinets to his mom's new house in San Louis Obisbo. Even though loading a mansion full of wood that has been crafted to a thing of beauty by a master carpenter is stressful, I'm pretty sure he's stoked to have a little more room to stretch his legs, enjoy mom's cookin,' and spend time with little nephew Mason, who is cuter than the dickens. See above right.

So back here in Humboldt I am holding down the fort, or as we call it, The Dolphin. The sky has been threatening rain but has delivered only heavy mist. This mist has been enough to form a small pool on the top of our concave RV roof that leaked like Scooter Libby in the last rainstorm. I am delighted to report that it has remained dry inside so far....except for the aftermath of the other leak, one that sprung from the water pipes and is drying ever so slowly.

I also got an esimate on "The Final Frontier," as I call the master bathroom in Westhaven. The tile fella was very nice, called the job "a little funky, but workable," and said he would draw up a bid. We were planning on doing some of the job ourselves, but now that he stuffed me with the fear of molding, rotting, needs-to-be-jackhammered-and-redone-in 2-years tile work, I don't know. It's also such a big area, I think we could really screw it up, techincally and artistically. What to do... the guy just smelled expensive and he isn't available for like 2 months anyway....so I'm banking on hearing from another guy that my mom recommended.

And now it's evening, a thick foggy evening that moistens the curls in my hair and makes me ready for bed, even now at 5:30. But no rest yet! Keta needs another walk! Since we have no fenced area for her right now, she and I are stuck together like glue...ew, glue and dog hair!! Unfortunately she lost her lovely soapy smell from the dog salon today, but she's such a good partner in crime, I snuggle her even though she stinks...just like I do my husband!