Only two months and a week to go until Beans can be contractually
neutered. And it won't come a day too soon. That dog... that dog
is so obnoxious and misbehaving I can't even tell you. Last night
I was painting and watching Nanny 911 on TiVo while Beans was somewhere
in the recesses of the house, barking per usual, and it occurred
to me that maybe I should be giving him hugs and kisses instead
of scolding him. This is what Nanny 911 will teach you. So last
night for a four hour period every time he barked or tried to steal
food or utensils off the counter, or bit into the plants in the
living room, or tried to jump on the couch, or tried to bite Paul,
or stood up on the dining room windowsill to look out onto the street
and bark at passerby, I would hug him and talk to him and tell him
that I knew he was trying to be a good boy. Of course it didn't
work. He just needs his nuts chopped off.
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Rad
Fanny reports that she has just hired a housecleaner, the notion
of which she's trying to become comfortable with. For the past two
weeks, the couples shrink has been spending too much of my 55 minute
session with Gray trying to get us to hire a housecleaner, so now
I'm struggling with this same issue. Do I do it even though it makes
me extremely uncomfortable? The hard truth is that I hate cleaning.
It's sissyphisian, it's ridiculous, it's a nuisance I don't want
in my life. On the flipside, I know it needs to be done or we'll
live in filth, and that's a worse fate. On the other side, I think
people should clean their own toilets and mow their own grass, as
I opined once before, but on the other side of that wouldn't it
be nice just to have it done? I don't know, I don't know. I'm at
home all the time, I don't have any children, so why don't I just
do it myself? It seems so bourgeois, like all class-divided and
weird, too. I'm divided. And confused. And conflicted!
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Would
you like to see the cover of the book? Minus my name. I got a quote
from another kid's author yesterday, so now I have four quotes on
the back of the book. Good stuff. That's right, it didn't go off
on Saturday because we missed the deadline. It was a very colorful
scene -- Gray at the computer fighting the clock, me scribbling
file names on the CDs as they came out of the burner, lots of shall
we say bad language in the air, and then the hard realization that
it was 4:53 and the post office was a 10 minute drive away and would
close at 5. But the good part is if the book had gone off on Saturday
I couldn't have included the quote that came in yesterday. So, today.
This is the cover.
