California holiday – part 4 of a day-by-day diary

How can human who works from home ever be off work unless they leave home? That’s what this 2-week holiday is all about. I’ve been way too emphasize lately and i came here to the firing heat of the desert to get some rest and rest. How can i relax if i’m annoy about what’s going on in cyber land and at home? Home. Ugh! the redoing of our kitchen is initiated and we have things torn out everywhere, but we had to have a holiday first. In one way it is good to get away from the mess, but here i sit believing about what i could be accomplishing if i were home. It was with great diligence, pleading, endangering and finally crying that i sway my save, randy, to let me bring the laptop along on this holiday. I reminded him of what occur last time i went for days unless my daily fix of email and internet. It was worse than stimulant retreat. He agreed i should take it, but that i would limit my time on the computer (especially the internet) to twice per week for no more than one hour. I had my digit annoy behind my back when i agreed to abide by his rules. 

On monday, randy had his first of four golf scold with specialist golf teacher, steve cripps. The first thing steve told him was that he was saving the club too firmly. I marvel how he could hold it at all. He buy a deep and nasty flesh wound the week before we left for holiday. A redoing hazard happen when he fall over the refrigerator cord that he left cap in when he pulled it away from the wall. He was saving a hammer in his hand when he fell and hit hands first on the floor coated with sheetrock sanding powder, sawdust, ruins, and dog hair. The claw dug in deeply and made a terrible v-shaped gash about 1. 5 inches long. I drove him to the emergency room where he get a dozen bit in the palm of his left hand. Let that serve as a cautioning to novice handymen everywhere: unplug tool when exiting them away from the wall. Duh!  it was a lazy holiday day of seing reruns on hgtv and some fit show on tlc that made me feel like an homeless from community. I have to admit i still have no idea about what not to wear. 

Nothing in my closet fits me well; it’s either old or the tops don’t match the bottom pieces in my wardrobe. The fit police should be tell shortly. My save, randy, had the refine answer for my dressing disaster. We’ll go shopping! our first stop was to walgreen’s drugstore to get plaster to pad his kitchen-remodel battle wound so he could well grip a golf club. This store was super-sized and huging. They even sold wine and beer. Near the back of the store, i found some great deals on indian-looking apparel and tops. I amass up about six new kit and my dilemma was solved-for now. The next day i went to the pool at 7:30 a. M. While it was only 90 rank. I broke out a good sweat right away and was starting to enjoy being off from work when i remembered the laptop in my room. I could log on and fast pull my emails into view before randy got back from his golf scold. Then, i can read them off line later that night after he goes to bed. A refine plan! a writer has to write, holiday or no holiday.