This weekend was a bit stressful. On Friday we did some cleaning and watched Jonestown: The Life and Death of Peoples Temple which was horrifying. Like horror movie horrifying. It’s the sort of movie where you know how it’s going to end, but there’s so much suspense as it plays out. And there was so much about the story Julie and I didn’t know. And they had filmed it. Pretty much everything horrifying was on tape. We gave it 5 stars, but never want to see anything like it again.

On Saturday, I got up early and went jogging with Stella. We did about 4 miles and I jogged by my parent’s house on the way back. Once there, I was notified, by Julie that I had to stay at my parent’s because people were viewing our house. I eventually got a shower, and helped my parent’s move furniture. They’d manage to find the one place in America that still sells solidly constructed furniture (albeit constructed out of MDF). We moved some truly heavy desks and dressers. That night we saw the Pillowman at Hyde Park.

Stella woke up a lot on Sunday. I ended up going in at 7am, pulling her out of bed, and sleeping with her on my chest for about an hour. Julie came in at about 8:15, and we all cuddled together for a few minutes. But… Sunday we had our open house. We were planning on going to church, but we quickly realized we had too much work to do. And people wanted to see the house at 11am. Actually, they wanted to see it at 10:30am, but Julie had to tell them that was not feasible. So before lunch, my dad and I took 2 loads of boxes over to their house. I cut and edged the lawn. Rearranged the garage, took a shower, and was out of the house by about 10:50. It was crazy. We had a nice lunch at Kirby Lane, and then ended up going to The Domain with my parent’s. It was fun being shopping tourists. We made an enormous number of catty comments about the attitudes of some of the shoppers around us. Then there were a lot of families who like us were obviously touristing there. I bout some cooking twine for $3.50.

They had some water jets embedded in the street for kids to play in, and Stella had quite a bit of fun. The jets would turn on and off, and at one point the jet turned off. Stella leaned over to check out where the water had went and caught a face full as it turned back on. Comedy gold. She was a good sport about it. We ate dinner at whole foods with my parents, went home and watched “Maxed Out”. The movie was good, but depressing. We also gave it 5 stars. But it was a depressing movie weekend.

Oh, this morning Stella stuck her fingers in the fan. Julie had warned me she was going to try to do this. I being her father, knew she was going to do this eventually. I being the adult version of a child who liked to play with fans, however, I knew that the modern plastic fans cannot chop your fingers off. They really don’t even scrape your fingers very well. However, they do teach you very effectively not to put your fingers into fans. Which is a good thing to learn before you encounter one of those massive gymnasium fans with the aircraft turbine blades.

Stella’s First! Stella sticks fingers into fan. Cry’s for a few seconds because that actually hurts!

I’m really not completely cavalier about safety. I just was a Curious George growing up. And I had to learn a lot of stuff myself, by doing things like sticking my fingers into fans. I apparently liked to put things into electrical sockets and send myself flying across the room.

I do not plan to allow Stella to do this.

I will draw the line somewhere.