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coachFriends and fellow port swillers, I’m away in the morning on biznay and will not be back until Halloween.

In the meantime, I’ve given instructions that the staff are to keep the decanters coming and to ensure there is no lack of Stilton or walnuts, so feel free to carry on amongst yourselves.

See you when I return.


mousekingI went to pick up the nine year old at ice skating today.  It was the first day of practice for the big annual Nutcracker on Ice show that her rink puts on every year.  (Not to brag about it, but the gel competed for and won the role of the Sugar-Plum Fairy this year.)

I dutifully sat through a number of practices and rehearsals last year as well.  (The gel was – if memory serves – one of the Arabian dancers that year.) Now, I don’t mind trotting out the ol Nutcracker once a year (we have a DVD of the old Baryshnikov/Kirkland performance that used to run on PBS every Christmas), but the truth is that I really don’t much like Tchaikovsky.   And as I walked in today and heard the familiar strains of his musick coupled with the Valley Girl narration that accompanies it for this particular kiddy production, my eyelid began to twitch involuntarily.  

Rehearsals go on for the next six weeks or so.  It strikes me that the poor people actually involved in putting such a show together, who have to hear these tracks over and over and over again, by the end would be begging the Mouse King to run them through the eardrums with his rapier.

For those fellow port-swillers keeping track, I’m happy to report that the new granite (yes, got it right for a change) countertops were delivered and installed yesterday afternoon.  I know it’s all just a simple matter of careful measurement, but there is something truly pleasant about watching three guys haul a great big chunk o’ rock in and plunk it down with perfect accuracy in the space made ready for it.

After the counter guys had come and gone, the plumbers then showed up to put in the new faucet and garbage disposal in teh sink, and at last, at loooooooong last, to get the dishwasher back on line.  

So the only big things left are to put in a couple smaller cabinets, remount the microwave and slap the handles on all the drawers and cupboards.

Huzzay! Huzzah!

Unfortunately, I know this isn’t the end of the headache.  For one thing, we’re repainting the room and I can tell you here and now that there is going to be squabbling over the color.  For another, it occured to me this morning that sooner or later Mrs. Robbo is going to decide that all the decorations we’ve had in the kitchen until now somehow “just won’t go” with the new color scheme and will need to be replaced.  It is this ripple effect that I think I hate more than any other aspect of this kind of project.

So the eldest gel sidled up to me this morning and said, “Dad! Aren’t these new counters great? You can wipe spills right off them instead of just leaving them there!”

Self: “Um, why exactly couldn’t you wipe spills off the old counters?”

Gel: [with elaborate shrug] “I need to go get dressed.”



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