Summer is coming to an end. I feel a tad cheated this year, no shimmering, sweltering, blast-oven style heat to make us suffer and dehydrate in mind-altering misery. What's the point of having air conditioning? But the trade off was this: storms. Lightning, thunder, ground shaking powerstorms. Great tunderin Jaysus. Lovely, fierce, guttercleansing storms. The smell, the electric air, the shiny streets, abundant greenery... easy on the humidity, enough wind to keep the smog at bay. Well. Anyways, been a wonderful summer. Which makes heading into winter just that much tougher. Oh, well. I'm Canadian. I can handle it. "Winter" just means it takes a little longer to get to my car in the morning :)
My basement floor is finished. All the cementing and sealing. The new windows will be installed in September. The new furnace also. A few more electrical and plumbing details to be touched up. All that remains is to buy some serious storage units, and start decorating my new art room. And my new laundry room. This, of course, will trigger and entire house re-vamp, including closets, kitchen cupboards, and upstairs storage space, leading to serious fall cleaning, painting, woodwork, and furniture refinishing. I don't do half measures. Of course not.
My birthday is coming up in a few weeks. This is not so much a celebration of my birth, as a celebration of my continued existance despite the odds. :)
I have spent previous years expecting my loved ones to be able to read my mind, carefully ask seemingly innocuous questions, and gauge my wishes accordingly, in order to buy me the perfect gift each year. This tactic has failed me 100%, to the point where it would be sheer stupidity for me to continue thusly. This year, I plan to demand a surprise party. And it better be good!
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Happy Birthday to me. I guess I better haul ass to the store and buy myself a gift, so I can surprise myself :)
