Saturday Morning

The cleaning ladies are coming today, so it's going to be a busy morning of cleaning before they get here. There's that age-old joke about not wanting them to see how you really live, but for us, it's more that they will stack each and every item we leave out. So the dirty shoes go into the clean laundry basket, the gardening gloves go into the utensil drawer, etc. It's really awful, because, for instance, the glove-utensil incident happened six weeks ago and we still can't use anything in that drawer. If we had a dishwasher that would be different, but the dishwasher happens to be typing in her blog at this moment, so that's a no-go.

We watched a movie last night. Sideways. Hateably indie. I don't care how meaningful that lingering shot is -- if it's a shot of a bad actor reading stupid dialogue, I'd rather get off it sooner rather than later. One movie left until I can make a call on Best Picture.

Then on to Best Supporting Actor.

Aside from cleaning the inside of the house, it's really time for us to focus on the pool. It's green. Dark green.

No plans for the evening. So far.