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Strike!

The other evening I was doing all things wedding on the computer and I hear Barry talking in the other room. Pretty soon I hear couple quick yells and some more soft talking. I finished up what I was doing and found Barry on the couch watching the Mariner’s game with Sydney snuggled up next to his leg. I asked what all the yelling was about and Barry informed me that he was explaining to Sydney that a strike had been called and he needed to inform Sydney what a strike was.  I secretly think Barry just wanted a reason to yell STRIKE!!

Speaking of Sydney, she is a l-a-z-y dog. I know I’ve mentioned it before, but she seriously is. Last night we were watching our Netflix and she posted up in her usual position, but as we got up and moved around she decided that wedging into the quilt was going to be the best way to finish her day. She didn’t even want any of the licorice Barry was offering her.Lazy, lazy, lazy.

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Enter/Exit

The day that we moved into our new house my grandpa pointed out the fact that our french doors needed to be refinished. That next week he sent over stain and some steel wool……subtle suggestion.  The few months that we’ve lived here a lot has happened for both us and my grandpa; however, each time we see him he asks worriedly if we’ve done the door without him. Of course we hadn’t.

So, Grandapa came over and we sanded and stained the door together. At one point he was lying, curled into a ball, (I’m sorry I don’t have a picture of this)on his back sandpapering with the electric sander.  I asked if I could help, but alas, the sand paper machine is similar to a lawnmower so I didn’t get to touch the thing. I was free to use the steel wool at my leisure.

Sue & Grandma showed up and made a super yummy lunch. I tried to invite Grandpa back this week to see if he wanted to do something else in hopes that the lunch crew would also come, but they all politely declined.

All in all, our doors look much better thanks to Grandpa Elvrum. As much work as we put in, Sydney has been trying her best to beat the heat by hiding if she thinks it is too hot to get some exercise. I couldn’t find her the other day, as she has found some pretty good hiding places under the guest bed and under her bed. Lazy dog, unlike that Grandpa of mine.

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Poor David Sedaris

One of my favorite things about summer is being able to read again. Of course I read during the school year, but I move at such a slow pace it really is embarrassing. My book club decided to read the new David Sedaris book, When You Are Engulfed in Flames, which is a perfect way to kick off my summer reading.

It turns out that my book group is needing to meet this week in order to have everybody attend. That means that I’ve been having to read at warp speed to finish on time. In my rush to finish, I have been leaving my glossy new book carelessly around the house. I came home yesterday to discover that my gorgeous, new book was no longer gorgeous or new looking. I was slightly heartbroken because I secretly love the look and smell of new books.

It didn’t take much to figure out what happened to my book.