Vacation chores

This isn't my bathroom. You can tell by a handful of clues:

1) the bricks are on the outside of my house
2) we don't have hardwoods in the bathroom
3) that single sink can't accomodate me, let alone Jocelyn
4) lilies on the sink are considered an impractical luxury around here
5) wrong color scheme
6) see that shower door? I haven't installed it yet.

We have an old shower door that I am replacing today. I can hardly wait. The one that I am installing looks a lot like this one, only with nickel edges. And because no one knocks before they walk through any door in this house, we're getting pebbled glass instead of clear.

Among other things on my to-do list:

1) winterize RV (including oil change)
2) assemble fire pit and place pavers on deck for safety (done)
3) fix hinges on "toy" shed doors so that we have an effective, lockable, "bike" shed (done)
4) finish cleaning my part of the closet (not quite done)
5) pick up leaves (not even started...huge job...be sure to "involve" kids so that we have a little qualilty time)
6) supervise handyman (?!?) when he comes over to replace rotted wood in our back door frame (I have neither the desire nor the tools to do this one myself)
7) find time to take the kids out to the driving range and hit a bucket of balls (we gave them their first golfing lessons a few weeks ago and now Monica won't shut up about it...at least the driving range has heated tees)
8) finish cleaning garage so that I can restart a weightlifting program (the essence of futility, but more on that in another post)
9) and unless I forget, I must complete this shower door project today

So, I spent time on these efforts and other little things yesterday and therefore I didn't post. I was somewhat out of it all day, anyway. I can always tell when I'm not completely present when I read posts a few days later.

You know what I would rather be doing today? Making that drive to DC to visit the National Gallery. That's what I would like to do. That and have a best selling novel pop spontaneously out of my head and into a pre-formatted Word document that I could send unsolicited to various agents only to have a bidding war among major publishing houses and studio executives clamoring for the movie rights.

As it is though, I just hope the box that the shower door comes in fits in the back of the mini-van.