Wednesday, August 02, 2006
Blogus Interuptus
I'm afraid that I owe my loyal readers an apology for leaving you hanging as to the ending of "Once Upon A Spanking." The piece has been mostly written, however it needs a few closing sentences and circumstances have conspired to delay completion.
Similar to those of you in the real world, in my world it has also been rather warm (sort of like Mt. Ranier is a rather big hill). The air conditioner in the main house decided to take a summer vacation, and, of course, finding a repair person during such a heat wave is a bit like finding George W. Bush at the Democratic National Convention. The guest house does have functioning have A/C, but only two bedrooms. I suggested that the girls, Maribel and Colette, take one bedroom and Angela and I the other. I'm not sure who whined the loudest about how mature they were and it was so childish to share sleeping quarters with their sister, so in the end it was decided that each girl could have their own room and Angela and I would sleep in the living room. We are such indulgent parents.
In any event, we are being gifted this weekend with a visit from Angela's Parents, also known in these environs as Gramma and Grandpa Shout-A-Lot. The original plan was that they would take over the third floor of the barn, but, with no A/C, the third floor has turned into an iron smelting factory. Gramma (a very kind but utterly intractable woman) stated that SHE IS NOT DRIVING ALL THIS WAY TO STAY IN A HOTEL, and yet should they try to stay in the guest house with us, they will either have to sleep with us in the living room (which surely transfers me from the sofa to the floor) or deal with another whining contest. Naturally, Angela is a trifle on edge.
The moral of the story is that we will probably be having to find numerous ways to entertain those who brought forth my lovely wife into this world. These ways will have to be away from the house should the A/C still be on the fritz. With luck, they will find a lovely hotel while we are out and opt to room there for the duration, however long that may be. So writing time will be scarce, and spanking time non-existent (Angela said that her parents cannot know that we are spankos because THEY WOULD NOT UNDERSTAND). So the completion of my little story may have to wait yet a few more days. I'm sure that you'll understand and be patient.
Please remember that, even though the thermometer reads 100 degrees, it is not that hot when you are sitting on the porch sipping on a tall glass of iced darjeeling tea. Just don't attempt to do anything, else you are liable to melt, and I would prefer not to have liquid readers.
Be well, all.
Similar to those of you in the real world, in my world it has also been rather warm (sort of like Mt. Ranier is a rather big hill). The air conditioner in the main house decided to take a summer vacation, and, of course, finding a repair person during such a heat wave is a bit like finding George W. Bush at the Democratic National Convention. The guest house does have functioning have A/C, but only two bedrooms. I suggested that the girls, Maribel and Colette, take one bedroom and Angela and I the other. I'm not sure who whined the loudest about how mature they were and it was so childish to share sleeping quarters with their sister, so in the end it was decided that each girl could have their own room and Angela and I would sleep in the living room. We are such indulgent parents.
In any event, we are being gifted this weekend with a visit from Angela's Parents, also known in these environs as Gramma and Grandpa Shout-A-Lot. The original plan was that they would take over the third floor of the barn, but, with no A/C, the third floor has turned into an iron smelting factory. Gramma (a very kind but utterly intractable woman) stated that SHE IS NOT DRIVING ALL THIS WAY TO STAY IN A HOTEL, and yet should they try to stay in the guest house with us, they will either have to sleep with us in the living room (which surely transfers me from the sofa to the floor) or deal with another whining contest. Naturally, Angela is a trifle on edge.
The moral of the story is that we will probably be having to find numerous ways to entertain those who brought forth my lovely wife into this world. These ways will have to be away from the house should the A/C still be on the fritz. With luck, they will find a lovely hotel while we are out and opt to room there for the duration, however long that may be. So writing time will be scarce, and spanking time non-existent (Angela said that her parents cannot know that we are spankos because THEY WOULD NOT UNDERSTAND). So the completion of my little story may have to wait yet a few more days. I'm sure that you'll understand and be patient.
Please remember that, even though the thermometer reads 100 degrees, it is not that hot when you are sitting on the porch sipping on a tall glass of iced darjeeling tea. Just don't attempt to do anything, else you are liable to melt, and I would prefer not to have liquid readers.
Be well, all.
