minutes from ad hoc committee meeting

even my roommates think we should be a tv show. i agree. minutes from the kitchen popcorn 'n' late nite committee meetings are a good way to get to know us. here's what late night at the self-styled artist's colony looks like:

we convened slightly after 10p. I apologized to my elderly dad, while taking the roast out of the oven. Nothing burnt, but I MEANT to be home an hour prior. Got caught up on the phone w/ girlfriend while getting home, comparing dramas while topping off the garbage to go out tomorrow (the garbage cans are their own feature of this drama...)

E the architect/sculptor came into kitchen, I offered him some roast. He took a plate, wandered out again. Three more roommate entered shortly after: the dancer and the pianist to raid the fridge, have some late supper, the actor to be social. We start going at it. Fun. Soon E returns, L the 2d artist joins us. E and L and I are the recently-formed Chair Committee, and E and L began to work on committee issues.

L, senior in age to me, and desirous of comfortable seating, maintains that the kitchen chairs suck. Well, they do. But, they were free, and her willingness to fund replacements and find something more aesthetically and ergonomically pleasing is the only reason I'm willing to consider others. E's a true design geek, so he belongs on the committee: frees me RIGHT up on some selection issues. yay.

Meanwhile, house staffing issues are at the fore. We're choosing between a couple people to work with my dad. Hilarious perjorative monikers were coined, the virtues and vices (namely, chewing tobacco...) of the two individuals were back 'n' forthed on. It was heartening. Dad got into and out of the bathroom to brush his teeth, was rolled back into the kitchen (in his executive office chair... and mis-matched pjs...) and we let 'em know the house has been discussing this pressing concern. He had his own clear opinions - good. i think we can live with our options, here, all of us. a big relief to me, after an ardous couple months. After this last guy, chewing tobacco (and SWALLOWING!) while being interviewed.... i am so over the whole interview process, at all, at all. This is wonderfully colorful, and I clearly have enough material for a book, but I really don't need to collect any more.

Ask me about the Bhutanese caregiver with the same name as the olympic archer. whoo.

Dad's falling asleep to the classical station again, one of us has gone off to bed, the rest of us have finished the popcorn, opined that the current caregiver has thrown away our Netflix list and we need to write another roommate email and ask what happened to our big tv. He works on TVs, he probably gave it away to someone. Gotta find out.

but, we're well entertained, regardless.