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2003-07-13 - 7:35 p.m. In a totally unexpected turn of events, I now have air conditioning. It's still a bit surreal. Mom came to visit today. Took my son and I out to lunch. Went shopping, picked up a full-length mirror that I had been wanting (you'd be amazed how much weight one can put on without even noticing when all the mirrors in the house are chest height and above). Then we went to the playground and ran my son around a bit. Then mom offered to buy us an window air conditioning unit as a housewarming gift. Wow. That was way generous of her. So we went to Wal-Mart and poicked up the 5200 BTU window unit on sale for $98 (and she bought my son some supersoakers - thanks mom). Brought it home and I installed it singlehandedly - without throwing the unit out of the window. Even my Jenny would have been a little proud of me. Managed to get it installed properly, using my father's 30 year old corded drill. I might even try installing the plate racks I bought 2 weeks ago. That would really rock. Right now, the upstairs neighbors are having a medium sized get-together in the back yard (all male incidentally) - they did ask first, which was nice of them. Once my mother left, I told them they could bring out the strippers. Instead they broke out the weed (quite honestly, I prefer strippers, but that's just me. I don't begrudge them their choices, but strippers would have been cool). Closed my son's window, as it goes right out to the back yard. No need for him to get a contact high. OK, so they just started setting off firecrackers, so I have a terrified almost 4 year-old trembling in my arms. I don't want to be the party pooper, but come on folks. Have a little consideration, will you? No, I won't say anything to the guys out back, and I'm trying to explain the firecrackers to my son and tell him that he doesn't have to be scared. He has to learn to deal with these kinds of things, after all. And apparently one of the guy's girlfriends is sitting on my front steps because she didn't want to be here and has no way to get home. She's in quite a snit - civil to me, but not very friendly. *Sigh* some men are asses. Anyway, that's the story of the present moment
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