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sakon76Taking a break from doing my writing class homework, which is editing other students' entries. Tomorrow is my last day at work, and I'm reallyreally hoping my headcold/whatever-it-is will go into remission for just the day, please. (My voice is still going in and out like a radio). But regardless, that means I need to complete this tonight because I won't have a chance tomorrow.
My family all have a love of old houses. My parents live in the 1963 house my grandparents bought when Mom was in high school. I live in a 1955 house three miles north of Disneyland... which opened in 1955. I suspect the urban development to be related. And my sister lives in a 1920s bungalow up in Washington. So when my sister started watching Rehab Addict, a show about restoring old houses, it was not a hard sell for her to get my parents to watch it. And then our mom sold me on it as well. I've been clearing my TiVo'd backlog of it recently and getting a firmer idea of what I want to do to our master bath, and inspiration and confidence for eventually taking out the tile that's still covering 80% of our hardwood floors. And then this blog entry comes up and makes me think I really should have chosen an actual career/job in my life instead of the indifference that is/was Administrative Assistanthood. Ah well. I'm following a few passions now. Mother. Homemaker. Writer. And who knows what may yet be, a few years down the line. Though old houses (meaning older than midcentury) aren't nearly as thick on the ground in Orange County as they are in other areas of the country.
After clearing out the backlog of Rehab Addict, and finishing off the last few new episodes of Defenders of Berk, I've finally returned to season 1 of Grimm. I know I'm wayway behind when I'm fast-forwarding through ads about The Avengers being in theaters soon! Today I watched Cat and Mouse, which delves intriguingly into the background politics of the Wesen world. But my main takeaway is the thought, I just watched the Grimm version of Casablanca. Complete with letters of transit! Though at least they weren't hidden in a piano. And once again Nick makes the right, though not obvious, choice/alignment for himself.
And now my dillydallying is done. Changing the baby, and then back to red ink work.
My family all have a love of old houses. My parents live in the 1963 house my grandparents bought when Mom was in high school. I live in a 1955 house three miles north of Disneyland... which opened in 1955. I suspect the urban development to be related. And my sister lives in a 1920s bungalow up in Washington. So when my sister started watching Rehab Addict, a show about restoring old houses, it was not a hard sell for her to get my parents to watch it. And then our mom sold me on it as well. I've been clearing my TiVo'd backlog of it recently and getting a firmer idea of what I want to do to our master bath, and inspiration and confidence for eventually taking out the tile that's still covering 80% of our hardwood floors. And then this blog entry comes up and makes me think I really should have chosen an actual career/job in my life instead of the indifference that is/was Administrative Assistanthood. Ah well. I'm following a few passions now. Mother. Homemaker. Writer. And who knows what may yet be, a few years down the line. Though old houses (meaning older than midcentury) aren't nearly as thick on the ground in Orange County as they are in other areas of the country.
After clearing out the backlog of Rehab Addict, and finishing off the last few new episodes of Defenders of Berk, I've finally returned to season 1 of Grimm. I know I'm wayway behind when I'm fast-forwarding through ads about The Avengers being in theaters soon! Today I watched Cat and Mouse, which delves intriguingly into the background politics of the Wesen world. But my main takeaway is the thought, I just watched the Grimm version of Casablanca. Complete with letters of transit! Though at least they weren't hidden in a piano. And once again Nick makes the right, though not obvious, choice/alignment for himself.
And now my dillydallying is done. Changing the baby, and then back to red ink work.
