The kids have been in Kentucky this week. I don’t know that I’ve spent the time as wisely as I could, but probably properly.
We got home late Sunday after many setbacks in departing Kentucky, though with a cooler of leftover pulled-pork and chicken bbq.
Monday night I had my second Karate class at the Atlanta Cuong Nhu center, which is down near Dad’s Garage Theater. This is the place where RocketBoy has been going for a few months now with varied success. He suggested I start taking classes and promised to help me, so I thought that sounded like a good idea.
The people are very nice, and I feel energized (if physically tired) after the classes, so I believe I’ll stick with it.
Tuesday night, with the kids gone and both steakums and I free of obligations, we of course headed straight for the bedroom… where I scrubbed the master bathroom to within an inch of its life and Stacey began her cleaning and organizing of the rest of the house.
Later, smelling of cleaning supplies and sweat, we put our feet up on the couch, drank some wine and watched a couple episodes from Weeds, Season 4, Disk 1.
Last night, Stacey had to work, so I did what any bachelor-type guy would do when confronted with a free evening… ordered pizza, de-molded the bathroom ceiling, watched Spanish language television, and folded laundry. Are you with me, guys? Right?
I’m actually delighted with the discovery of the Spanish language stations. I don’t think our TV has ever been tuned to anything except PBS, Nickelodeon or the Disney Channel. All of the grown-up TV1 watching is either done through Netflix DVDs or Hulu.
I watched Un Gancho al Corazón (literally, A Hook to the Heart, but I think hook is used as an expression meaning attraction), a telenovela that just started airing in the US. I just barely understand what’s going on. I’m going to have to figure out how to record this stuff. Ironic, since I spend my days designing DVR settop boxes.
Also, I caught a couple episodes of House via Hulu. I totally understand what’s going on there.
The kids are coming back tonight, and Saturday we depart for New Jersey to visit the wily Italians for 8 days. Only, my brother-in-law sold his pizza shop, so I’m not entirely sure how we’re going to eat.
Lest anyone was thinking of robbing our house while we’re gone, know that we’ve got dog/house sitters. Assuming, of course, that the dog doesn’t drive them out through annoyingness. I know the dog is driving me to New Jersey after a week with no kids to entertain him.
We checked in with the kids each day, mostly to make sure they hadn’t tied up my parents and left them in a closet. They bought RocketBoy a new bike without training wheels, and he’s been practicing that, while Scout has taken to RocketBoy’s last bike like a pro. Also, they went fishing (no catch this year) and to a park in Frankfurt with a waterfall you can walk under.
And some sort of dinosaur park. Scout reportedly rode a blue dinosaur.
So they haven’t missed us one bit.
I’ve missed them. The house just feels wrong.
1 I originally wrote adult TV, but that just sounds like porn regardless of context, doesn’t it?