Mortaine’s Blog

Sundays around the Bryant household are always amusing. See, we have way too much to get done before the end of the weekend, but we also acknowledge Sundays as the only day we don’t have scheduled away before it begins.

Today:

We got up at around 8:00. Carl fell asleep on the couch last night; we weren’t sure when we got up if he’d still be around or not (he wasn’t). John took his shower while I dallied around and checked email and LiveJournal.

At 8:30 or so, he was raring to go– out to geocache, walk in the park, something anything. I was still in my pajamas. I got dressed and fed the dog and the cat. John took the dog out in the backyard while I got the geocaching things together. When he came back in, he was considerably more sober. Walking out to the car, he started out by saying he wanted to “use something more than a weedwhacker” on the yard. That was the start of the complaining.

See, John is a big complainer, even though his life is, all things considered, pretty damn good. Today’s complaints are the yard is a mess and the garage is a mess, both of which are true, but irrelevant. Neither job is small enough to start on a Sunday. Plus, he forgot to take the trash out last week, so there’s nowhere to throw gargage away right now.

Anyway, we get over to the bagel place, order our breakfasts and eat them. Then it’s off to geocache for a couple of hours. First stop was a cache in De La Veaga Park– a cache I tried to find on Thursday, but failed. We didn’t find it this time, either, though we got a lot closer (70 feet). The second was the alley cache I tried to find last time. I knew I needed John for that one– he found it, though it took him a while, too.

Then we went to find a third cache, but ended up not getting it because of geography again (it’s on the other side of private property, or it’s a .4 mile walk in and then out again from the other side). But at least we know generally speaking where it is.

We got back at about 11:00, check email, say hi to the dog. Then it’s chores time. I start in on the bathroom, which hasn’t been really clean in about 6 months. He wanders around pulling together laundry items and whining again about the garage situation. What he really wants, I think, is for me to throw everything away, or magically make it all fit into my office. Much as I love him, my husband would be much happier if I didn’t actually own anything of my own.

The bathroom is a slow task, consisting of cycles of spraying with a cleanser, leaving it for 10 minutes, coming back and scrubbing, wiping, and rinsing, then spraying another area with a cleanser (or the same area a second time, if it’s really grody, which the shower is).

John left at about 12:20 to take the oversized dog bed to the laundromat for cleaning. It’s got cat pee on it (eeewww!) and doesn’t fit in our washer, so it needs to go to one of the industrial-sized washers at the laundromat. It’s also huge and full of polyfill, so it’s going to take forever to dry, too. But at least when it’s done, Hammer will have another usable bed in the house.

It’s 12:30 now, and just called to see if we want to meet them for lunch somewhere in the area (he has to come up to Scotts Valley for his mail anyway). I tell him to give us a call when he’s up here, and we’ll see what we can do.

After I finish the bathroom and have lunch, I also need to clean up from the game in the living room and clean up the kitchen. It would be nice if I also vacuumed, but that’s really a Saturday task, even though I didn’t get to it this week.

On Sunday nights, we curl up on the couch with the TV shows on FOX: Simpsons, King of the Hill, and Malcolm in the Middle.