Most of Saturday I spent chipping paint off of a wall in the upstairs apartment. I had intended to only chip away the paint in a couple spots where there was water damage from the past. Turns out that the paint covered wall paper and once I started, I was obligated to finish. I should be more careful. My hand aches and burns. I'm none too gentle with a paint scraper it would seem.
On the bright side, I got to show my eldest daughter how to properly cut and hang drywall. `Why are you teaching me this?'' she asks. I replied by telling her how much it would cost to get a repair guy out to do a small job. ``Why would anyone pay that much money for something they can do themselves that easily?'' was her next question. I left it to her to come up with an answer for that one.
Late last week, I went down to the local branch of my library to pay off my fine. Once again I'm capable of checking items out of the library. I reserved a title for an essay I'm working on in the back of my mind. Unless I hear something that inspires me on the radio, I think that I'm about done picking the low hanging fruit. From here on out, it'll be hard work.
Friday night and most of Saturday, my youngest daughter was busy with a local chess tournament. She ended up winning 3 of the 5 games she played so she didn't do well enough to get trophy. She also got beaten by a grandmaster during the pre-tournament exhibition. Since my wife accompanied her this left me with large swaths of time alone. I don't get such alone time very frequently. It was good.
Sunday was my friend Kassia's birthday. We had her over for dinner for an impromptu birthday soiree of sorts. It was fun. Regrettably my soup didn't turn out as well as I would have liked. But the cake turned out quite well. Although some of the womenfolk complained about the lack of chocolate.
Sunday was also almost a riot. I found myself acting as a substitute teacher for the fourth grade class at Sunday school again. The mission this week was to make hundreds of sacked lunches for one of the local food pantries. We had all of the classes lined up in assembly lie fashion. One class dropped in juice boxes. Another class dropped in an orange. I supervised the joint efforts of the fourth grade through high school aged kids making peanut butter sandwiches. It was chaos, total and utter chaos. And much fun was had by all.
Update [2008-4-7 13:26:7 by lm]: Stanley Kurtz's review of Salzman's Culture and Conflict in the Middle East RTFO.
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