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Thursday, Aug. 19, 2004 - 12:39 a.m.

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Da Wench Decides to Half Spring for Dad

OK, so I finally bit the bullet and asked my father if he would be willing to chip in a coupla hundred bucks to come here... Ie that I make him work less... ie 350$ worth instead of $600 worth, so I wouldn't cover his plane ticket completely... and he seems up to it.

Jeesh. I cannot believe the guilt I feel and trepidation about not coming up with $600 to import my dad. It is quite silly. He has not, as far as I remember, coughed up airfare for me since we went overseas with my grandmother when I was eleven. And it is certainly not like I never did work around his place... really, the number of nails I put into his house in the countryside... the one we were obstensibly building for "us", but it actually ended up being for him, his wife and their kids... I stopped going out there to visit (and do construction) before it was finished being built.


But I totally trust his building and repair skills... it means I get to see him, AND get advice on building shit (ie is my house sinking into the clay... the answer is YES but need I do something quickly??). And hopefully not have to hire separate people to fix the back fence, the back patio, my basement door etc etc. I will have to ask the tenants what they need to have done.

I MIGHT have BOTH my father and a friend staying here who is attending yoga school in Montreal starting Sept 22. It will be sort of weird I suppose... a yoga dyke and my dad. hmmm. well, what can I say, I didn't think they'd overlap but they just might. The yoga dyke is doing a buddhist retreat right now I think. Actually I think she may be coming to Montreal to do a thai massage course. She is a wonderful artist, a fun person to dance with, and I met her doing massage at musicfest. She also manages to get all the cute butchy dykes *I* am interested in. I guess she's more charming, and she drinks more.

Anyways, it will be a really weird mix. Maybe my father will be charmed. I am sure I have enough space in a 6 1/2 apartment for us all.

zzz I am totally sleepy and don't know why.

Small amounts of work were done today, in the form of cleaning up a huge pile of stuff (mostly photos and newpaper clippings) on top of a chest of drawers.

I WAS going to do tons of cleaning/arranging in the kitchen area since i was supposed to have a visit from two friends with small children tomorrow, but they have postponed for a week. So now i'll have to clean behind the toilet AGAIN! ;0)

Well, I hate to say, I think I am going to read in bed. Or see if there is some olympics coverage on tv. What a day... picking veggies (oh drat. THAT is what I am going to do now... I just remembered I have a bathtub full of swisschard to parboil ack!), then hanging out with l'Ecrivaine, then having dinner at a friend's, then reading emails. Not exactly "forcant" as they say.


me, wenchie

ps, here is my entry about my swisschard and my cat in the bathtub, with photos, from last year.

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