On the way home from the auto body shop, I pulled into this beautiful viewpoint about 8 blocks downhill from our condo. I made a phone call that was longer than I had expected, then realized the key hadn't been turned off all the way. While I waited for the AAA battery guy, I took pix of this city panorama & read a mystery on my iPad.
Much better than the last time I called AAA while standing in the driveway in a rainstorm wearing my bathrobe.
She's already figured out how to type just sitting on the keyboard. She can change my homepage with one paw. She can disconnect the iPad charger with the flick of her tail. If she had a cape, she could fly.
Jolie got her braces off...what a smile. Ellie's been braces free for awhile and Jack will be next, they're looking good already. Caramel apples, licorice, popcorn balls and dumdums look out here they come. Never mind, they wouldn't consume such things...
It's been awhile since I posted on this blog. Too much water flowing over the bridge...
We had a great time at the Van der Crimp residence. The Cheap Beer Tasting is just about underway. There was a hotdog bar with some exquisitely hot sauce among the condiments. It should have had a label "DO NOT SPILL ON HANDS OR CLOTHING". Laura and Garett's parties are the best. We saw Garett's jacket with the logo of his new band "Prism Tats".
Kids, these days, don't know what it feels like to drop your lunch box, then take out your thermos bottle, shake it, and hear the sound of milk and broken glass. Shannon once brought a snake home in her lunch box.
I worked in the barn today and realized that Ryan's collection of old fans is HUGE. From small ones to large, taking up space on several shelves...and I think they all work. We won't need air conditioning this summer.
I found out today that I have been harboring a bad temper. It's taken 70 years and a lot "stuffing it", so to speak. Usually the "slow burn" type, today I've been frothing and gnashing and spreading fire and brimstone on all in my path. I'll chalk it up to a bad cold and terminal fatigue, but—on the other hand, maybe it's the bad temper that's causing the bad cold and terminal fatigue. If you see me, throw a bucket of water on me.
We're only turning our office into a guest room, not moving Hannibal across the Alps, but our whole condo looks like this. Boxes and bags line the halls and every wall. The place would be condemned if the authorities saw it. I can't believe how easy it was to make the mess and how hard it is to clean it up.
I just built an Ikea day bed...the most complex project I've tried. It seemed to go smoothly (if slowly) and I finally got it finished. But I have a collection of screws and small plastic parts left over. Now what?