This past weekend was a busy yet somewhat unproductive one. I had many errands scheduled- things that needed to get done inside and outside of my home. But I did less than half of them. It might have something to do with the fact that I went on an impromptu shopping trip that ran longer than expected or the movies that I just had to borrow and needed to watch before the weekend ended or any number of little things that I just had to do. Whatever the case, I had a good weekend and the one thing I needed to have done— the assembling of my new futon— got done.
‘Handy with tools’ is not a phrase that I would use to describe myself. In fact, my klutziness decrees that I stay far, far away from sharp objects or anything that could possibly do me harm and I have countless burns and bruises that will attest to what happens when I don’t. In theory, assembling a futon doesn’t seem to be a very difficult job. How difficult would it be to follow some instructions, to match my finished product to images of the one provided by the manufacturer? Even besides the fact that the parts for my not-quite-standard futon arrived in two packages rather than the one package that a standard futon would come in. Surely I could have managed! But I wasn’t taking any chances, I left the task to my brother. Really, what would I have done without him? Less than two hours after he started and with some fussing about wonky tools, he was done. And my futon was ready to be tested after which, I was even more happy with my choice. Happy Monday!
Monday, May 24, 2010
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
So It Continues…

N.B. I will eventually get around to writing about my wonderful trip, just not today Happy hump day!
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
Spain: A Love Affair
It’s a pretty well known fact that Spain is a country that is rich in culture and I definitely got a dose of that while I was there. But I think what really makes Spain great are the wonderful people who I met, some of whom have become good friends in a very short time. I have to give kudos to a program called Pueblo Ingles, through which I was able to make connections with forty plus wonderful people who I might not otherwise have met. The age range ran from 21 up into the 70s (our group ended up with a somewhat younger crowd because of the volcanic eruption) but we all seem to find a common bond through which we could communicate (in English) and by the end of our week together, we felt like we were leaving old friends behind. I can not effectively put into words how the program affected me. Let’s just say that I am still sad that it ended. Scenic photos and details about the places I visited to follow…
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