When I found out that we were going to have a baby, I was most excited about the 9-month old age. I don't know why. I just feel like that's the age where it all comes together, before it all flies off the tracks. Edith has proven to be no exception. She's so fun to hang out with now. It's all cure noises and drunken attempts at walking. I love it. She also smiles at everyone and everything. Oftentimes waving while she does so. We take her swimming all the time. Which is also something to see. Today she exchanged screams with a kid who looked to be about 18 months. They just went back and forth. Screaming. It was great.
Anyone who knows me knows that I'm not really that handy. I aspire to be handy, but sooner or later I just want to get things over with, and I start fucking shit up. For some reason, this summer has proven to be new era for me in this realm. Suddenly I am able to carefully complete projects and not have Chelsey make fun of the quality afterwards. I think this might have something to do with Edith, or the fact that we are going to be selling our house in the next year or two, but whatever the reason, it makes me feel like a real man.
A few things that might be adding to this:
- Chelsey's Dad. I've done a few projects with Greg Erpelding (who is really fucking handy), and one thing he taught me was patience. We would be right at that part of the project where I would start doing dumb things, and he would stop and smoke a cigarette. Genius. It slowed him down, and gave him a chance to think about things. I of course don't smoke cigarettes when I project, but I do bear that in mind. I try to tell myself to slow down throughout the process. I have to do this. The urge to fuck shit up is really strong in me.
- Realistic Scope. Some shit I can do. Some shit I can't. I can't pour concrete. I just can't. I'm sure I have what it takes. But I'm just as sure that I can't do it. Mostly because I can't imagine what the conversation would go like when the concrete truck pulled up. So I'm trying to know my limitations. Which is hard, because our driveway is about 30 feet of crumbling cement and shame. I want to fix it. I know I can't.
- Chuck Koster. I never though I would say this, but I actually think that working with Chuck on projects has officially turned from being a diminished returns arrangement to an advantageous one. We have somehow gone from getting dumber when we think as a pair to getting smarter. I don't even want to talk about this because I'm afraid I'll jinx it.
- Success Begetting Success - So far this year, I have built a fence and gate for keeping rabbits and such out of my wife's stellar garden, redesigned the backyard patio, installed a rainwater barrel, fixed/replaced the gate that leads to said patio, and redid the shower in our basement. Each of these projects have gone unexpectedly well. Creating new pressure for the next project not to be fucked up.
- Being a dad. I'd be stupid to ignore the fact that being a father creates a certain amount of internal initiative to stop being such a fucking moron.
I KNOW NOTHING ABOUT MUSIC
In preparation for the half-marathon this year, I made an all-time best music of Brent playlist. It's a fucking monster. I think it has something like 1300 songs on it. Basically any song that I ever liked. Putting it together took like a month, and I'll be damned if I'm not going to enjoy something like that after putting so much time into it. So I have been listening to nothing but my favorite songs for the last two or three months. Subsequently, I have no idea about any 2012 music. Ask me what my favorite album of the year is, and I will have nothing to say. Ask me what my favorite songs from 2012 are, and I will have equally little to say. I'm listening to my "need2listen" playlist right now (my playlist of current music that I need to try to form an opinion on) and all I'm getting out of it is that The Flaming Lips new albums is hard to listen to, and I need to take that crappy Cajun album Kent had me download and the Neutral Mile Hotel mash-up off my ipod. Not really productive. So I'm going to try and cram in the next few weeks and decide if I like anything. In the meantime, I'm open to suggestions. Which reminds me. Chuck, I have the new Japandroids. I realize I should have said something when you had your Japandroids shirt on yesterday, But somehow it slipped my mind. I hear that album is real good by the way.
THE HOUSE NEXT DOOR
Friends of this blog will note that the house next door used to be occupied by a weird old lady who talked Chelsey's ear off about World War Two and hoarded and smell like piss. Well, you might remember that we accidentally had that lady removed from her house by calling the cops to check on her when we feared her dead. Since then, she's sold the house to a nice couple who gutted the house, and fixed it all the way back up. Now that house is nicer than ours. Which is a little hard to take, but mostly we're just really happy and thankful about how things turned out. Apparently the old lady had not used the bathroom (bath or toilet) in quite some time. She appeared to have a system that involved buckets in the basement. So it's a really good thing that she found a new place to live. And it's a good thing that her house which once looked like I could push it over, is now a happy place to live again.
There. That's a nice recap of the last month. Hopefully I will be able to stay more on top of things going forward. Oh! And I don't know if I ever said this, but Chuck has kindly offered to take Deuce for a while so that we can hopefully invite him back to the house when Edith is a little more stable on her feet/less harassing of Deuce in general Hurray for Chuck. Also we went on a little vacation last week, but I'll let Chelsey handle that in her blog.