There are thirteen days left in Lent (not including today) and I have eighteen bags to go. A certain someone who will be known as Kiko thinks I won’t make it.
Yes. I. Will.
The hardest bags (actually boxes) are filled and gone: books and art supplies. I thought long and hard about how much reading and painting I do versus how much I dream of doing.
I was reminded of a personal organizer who worked in the Detroit Metro area. She said – and I paraphrase based on memory – that people were haunted by reminders of their old hobbies and felt relieved when they gave those tools and supplies away. I mostly feel sad that those activities have fallen by the wayside on this crazy road of life.
I like to check out the blogs of people who have followed, liked or commented on mine. Sometimes I end up following them, too, particularly if their blogs differ in theme or style from mine.
Here are some recent posts that I liked. As you can see, I appreciate photobloggers!
- Cindy Knoke’s beautiful photos of Patagonia. She takes beautiful wildlife photos. I asked her if she had photographed any ducks, of which there are a wide variety in Argentina.
- Tiny House of Steel recently posted an update video of their namesake.
- Derrick Knight has another photo-filled post, this time about Heath Robinson.
- The writer and teacher Charles French has been featuring re-blogs of his students’ blog posts which are quite good. However, I began following him for his themed quotes posts, like this one about teaching.
- Anthony Vicino gave a list of his top books of last year.
I’m putting the Freebies right here for the TL/DR crowd:
- The SFFwaudio Podcast. I like SF and I love G.K. Chesterton’s The Man Who Was Thursday, so I’m enjoying listening to the audio version and looking forward to hearing the podcast discussing it.
- Instant Pot Recipes at Allrecipes.com is giving me an overview of my intimidating birthday gift, which I haven’t used yet.
The recent three days of snow have made me grateful (yet again) for kind neighbors and profoundly covetous of their garages. I have to remind myself that I can survive another winter without one, unlike a furnace or a water heater. Continue reading
I went to the Young Human Factory yesterday. The custodians and technical staff are making repairs and updates while production is down. I did a few things, like data entry and uploading a letter of recommendation. But the heating system isn’t working properly – I covet those open-tipped gloves of Bob Cratchet – so I left after a few hours.
Today I’ll drop off some paperwork and bring a few things home. I had a dream once of Separation of Work and Casa, but the dreams of innocent girls whither in the chill of reality.
1. Yes, you do dance around in your underwear. But the shades are blocked, so the poor neighbor will never get an eyeful.
2. That rumbling trash bin on wheels? It’s really too big for the amount of waste you generate. You just like the noise it makes at six a.m.
3. He suspects your dog crosses into his yard to poop, but he’s wrong. It was your feral child.
4. You secretly covet his vanity mailbox but haven’t the guts to swipe it and pretend you’ve had it for years.
5. As much as you wish he would move, you’re afraid the new one will be worse.
PS. I used an online phrase generator to create the clickbait title. I could use more traffic to convince publishers to send me free books for review.
P.S.S. The original title was 15, not 5. However, my neighbor is apathetic.
The kitchen backsplash was replaced yesterday, so there’s no gap between the countertop and the tile. Long-time readers may recall that the original backsplash was discolored wallpaper.
Now the tiles will match the counter and cupboards, although I lost my hand painted fruit tiles.
The project wasn’t without glitches. Because there are no bullnose tiles, the tiler attempted to finish the edges near the window with some fancy cutting. It would have looked great if the window were centered and outlets didn’t force him to cut away at odd angles.
Instead, the tile looked uniformly wonderful at both ends and turned into a jigsaw puzzle in the middle. I contacted the business owner and she agreed that running the tiles to the edge will look better. I’ll have to paint the edges when I repaint the windowsill and recess.
The master bath is in progress. The broken tile, chipped sink, and rusty bathtub were eyesores. (Not to mention baths became impossible when the switch to stop up the bath got stuck last year.) So it was an exciting project.
On Tuesday it became even more exciting because La Casa de Tontería (aka The House of Nonsense) was built by the infamous Jerkface MacGuyver.
I’ll keep you posted. (Literally.)
I’m happy to report that The Old Man aka my father came through the operation with flying colors. And I seem to be well, too.
“Seem” being the main verb.
March 2017 will go down in local history as the Month of Pestilence. My colleagues at The Young Human Factory were dropping like flies, succumbing to every virus and bacteria our young humans brought us. When the rascals weren’t incubating more diseases, they were raising pets like lice and Scarcoptes scabiei.