Catherine has just started realizing what it means to go to school. She no longer likes it as much. This week has been pretty tough on her. And apparently she's had a few crying fits while at school. She's pretty used to getting her way about whatever she wants and now she's having to deal with the fact that she has to be at school whether she wants to or not. She even claimed she wanted to stay home with me instead of going to school (so you know she really doesn't want to go). Part of this I blame on Quinn. For the past couple of days when he's woken up, he hasn't really wanted to get up and get ready for school, but rather wants to just play. So he's been saying he doesn't want to go to school and that he doesn't like school (although once he's there, he seems just fine). The problem is Catherine has been hearing him say this, and to some extent, I think she's picked up on the idea that if Quinn doesn't want to go, she probably doesn't want to go either. Hopefully this will all die down in another week or so, but who knows.
Today the guys came by to start doing the various jobs we have around the house that need doing. They powerwashed the deck and found the source of the water coming into the house in the basement. Some backstory: in the basement over summer when we had a particularly long rainstorm, I noticed the carpet in the cubby area where we have the downstairs TV (which is under one of the fireplaces upstairs, hence the cubby) seemed wet. At first I blamed the cats, but soon realized that it could only be the cats if they had drank about a gallon of water (plus it didn't smell). So we had the guys here doing the drywall work in the laundry room take a look.
After punching some holes in the drywall and not locating any problem, they tore up the carpet. Turns out the cement under the carpet has a crack going across it (more than likely from where the house is continuing to settle). So the water was coming in from there, and probably only during really bad rains. So they're going to use some polysomething or other and patch that up. Of course it looks that carpet is going to need to be replaced, but Ginger's been bugging me that we need to replace all the carpet downstairs anyway.During lunch today I went to try and help KenC pick up his new TV. The plan was to go to Home Depot, rent a truck, then over to Costco and purchase the 50 inch plasma TV he wanted and take it to his place. The plan fell apart when he asked about renting the truck at Home Depot and guy said "Ok, what are you purchasing." Apparently they only rent trucks to people that buy stuff. Who knew. So he'll be getting the TV later at some point. The only good thing out of all this is now Ginger thinks having a new TV might not be so bad (our old Sony 60 inch projection has definitely seen better days, the guns are really misaligned). Who knows, maybe that could be our combined birthday present in March that we give each other. It's not like it wouldn't get used, we do watch a fair amount of TV. Although last night I learned that Ginger apparently doesn't care for "Lost" all that much. After we had watched "Four Kings" and "My Name is Earl", she voted for "Without a Trace" instead of "Lost" claiming she really doesn't like the show that much and watches it mainly because of me. Turns out "Without a Trace" was a repeat though, so we watched "Lost" (woo!). I really liked what we learned about Echo's backstory and the 'monster'. Spoiler ahead! While it was nice to actually see the monster onscreen and verified, we had already seen it before in the pilot last year (watch above and to the right of the turbine in the image). I remember arguing with KennyG about that scene almost a year ago (he was positive it had been photoshopped).
Got to decode / port some Visual Basic code today at work. Well, truth be told, I had an interface document that told me what the data was suppose to look like, but the actual format of how many bytes each element represented wasn't accurately represented, so I sort of cheated and used the Visual Basic code that had been provided to determine how the data stream was structure. Because I got so involved in that though, I got home a little late (after 7). Catherine was still asleep from her nap, but Quinn was up. So I got to have dinner with Quinn and Ginger (dinner was nuggets and garlic bread for Quinn, some leftover pasta for Ginger, and a tuna fish sandwich for me). After dinner we went upstairs and played some with Quinn's Thomas the Tank Engine train tracks that he had set up in the sitting room next to our bedroom. Bets are being taken for whether Ginger ends up tripping over it during the night.
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