Almost Friday

Jul. 20th, 2017 04:47 pm
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Ugh, so tired and cranky. Have not been sleeping well at all and every day now it is hot and still outside. :-P

Reading Jack Cheng's See You in the Cosmos. It's a YA/middle school/middle grade book, a class I read very occasionally (I loved Rebecca Stead's When You Reach Me, but hated Elizabeth Wein's Code Name Verity.)

Watching Grantchester and The Great British Baking Show on PBS, and Forged in Fire on the Hitler History Channel. Also watched The Accountant on one of the movie channels -- thought it was very silly but fairly fun.

President Potatohead is still an utter moron.
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Janitorial services must be purchasing the bulbs for the radio station's bathroom from a special effects outlet, because looking into the mirror while washing up at the sink in there is a terrifying experience.

As a newly minted 58-year-old, I am not the fresh-faced girl of yesteryear, but still... A stop in at the hallway loo at work this morning made me actually gasp when I looked in the mirror: shadow on the upper lip, purple bags under my eyes, and a yellow complexion.

I exited the bathroom at top speed and asked my colleagues, who can be counted on to be brutally truthful, if things were really as bad as the Mirror of Doom depicted. Nope, they said.

Interestingly, the light in the rarely used bathroom behind the storage room is much more flattering. We can only figure that the light burns out more frequently in the hallway one, which sees the majority of use, and the latest cost cutting measures have included buying light bulbs from the overstock sale at Monsters 'R' Us.

So I went to the "good bathroom," slapped on a bit of make-up, and now look far less scary. :-D

Meet Bonbon the Tiny Mustang

Jul. 16th, 2017 12:14 pm
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In the last year I've participated in a few fundraisers for a horse rescue ranch in my area. Last fall, they took in several wild Mustang mares who had nowhere else to go. One turned out to be in foal, and the baby -- this adorable filly -- was born just over a week ago. On Friday night I went out and got some photos of her. I used a fairly small image size to spare your browser; click to enlarge.

Cuteness overload, under the cut! )Save

Swamp Thing

Jul. 16th, 2017 12:05 am
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As it turned out, the swamp cooler--henceforth to be referred to as "Swamp Thing"--was nowhere near as plug-and-play as we thought. I mentioned to GK a few days after firing it up that it only blew hot air and was very disappointing.

She and a neighbor got up on the roof and investigated--for starters, there's a filter inside it that was completely clogged. Had to try two before we got one that fit. Also had to replace tubing.

fired it up again yesterday after that was attended to, and holy wow! Swamp Thing works so well that I've had to turn it WAY down, because really, it doesn't need to be 75 in here with gale force winds!

I'm certainly not complaining, though--especially when I remember all those muggy Florida summers when ALL I could do was sweat.

Cloudy Saturday

Jul. 15th, 2017 02:55 pm
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It actually rained a bit this morning and is still overcast, giving us a temp of 86 degrees (30 degrees Celsius), which is amazing for mid-July. Unfortunately, the humidity is 70%, making it feel as though it's 95 (35 Celsius). I'll still take the cloud cover.

Was very sad to see this news -- Maryam Mirzakhani passes away, aged 40. First (and so far, only) woman to win the Fields Medal, genius mathematician. Wife and mom. And just 40. JUST FORTY. What else might she have accomplished? Seriously, cancer can go DIAF.

Sigh. Still curious to see who the 13th Doctor will be, even though I fell out of love with the show this season and I'm really not sure why.

Here, have a somewhat blurry pic of Layla (taken this afternoon) --

Oh! Editing to add that I forgot to mention I saw a bat last evening, flitting around our backyard at just dusk when the sun was going down! I think Layla was barking at it. :D

Bastille Friday

Jul. 14th, 2017 05:47 pm
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Roofers are done, THANK GOD. We've lived in this house for thirty years and in that time we've had three (now four) new roofs put on, and every time I forget how INCREDIBLY NOISY IT IS. Good lord. Layla was mostly okay with it all -- she was more concerned at the end when one of the guys walked around the deck using a leaf blower (leaf blowers are her Mortal Enemy).

Reading Paul Farley and Michael Symmons Roberts' Deaths of the Poets and liking it greatly.

Here is a very cool little clip of some kind of little white shorebirds making fantastic flashing patterns in flight. :D

The Nail Guns Next Door

Jul. 11th, 2017 06:07 pm
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Because we had a huge hailstorm in the spring with golfball-sized hail, lots of folks in our area had to have their roofs replaced. Yesterday and today it was our next-door neighbor's turn. Tomorrow it will be OUR turn. :-P

I finished Lev Grossman's The Magicians, and, unlike so many of the people on Goodreads, I ... well, I loved it. I thought the story was engaging and I stayed up until almost 3 in the morning reading two nights in a row. I know the publisher apparently marketed it as "Harry Potter for grown-ups," but I'm one of the seven people on the planet who never read Harry Potter so I don't think I was coming to it with any real baggage. To me, there were echoes of Bret Easton Ellis (some people behave very badly in the book) and Ursula LeGuin, René Magritte and Giorgio de Chirico, J.R.R. Tolkien and C.S. Lewis. (Not to mention our old friend, Donna Tartt.) There was a point in the book when I thought, "Oh my god these people are HORRIBLE and I hope something bad happens to them!", and another point when I breathed, "Oh, shit!" when something very bad did begin to happen. Yes, there are a couple of missteps by the author, including a moment when a minor Native American character is described as having a "hooked nose." It's perfectly plausible that someone who IS Native American could have the facial characteristic of a hooked nose, but ... um. Not a comfortable moment. I winced and shook my head, and kept reading. And now I'm ordering Grossman's next book in the trilogy.

So. Two thumbs up, a strong recommendation for a gritty, lyrical story with some deeply flawed characters struggling to figure out life, love, and the whole nine yards.
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On Thursday, GK came over in the afternoon for our much-awaited (by me, anyway) spell of DIY. She was late (what else is new?) and couldn't stay long, but we did get a few things done, most notably fixing the backs of the bookcases on the porch to stabilize them so I can actually USE them. Also some monkeying with light fixtures...GK managed to kill the light under the ceiling fan in the living room, ho ho. Apparently, her jinx extends beyond electronics.

We were going to put up the shelf in my bedroom, but she finally realized that, as I'd been telling her, the board we had was too short and much too narrow.

She and a neighbor who stepped over did some preliminary scouting of the swamp cooler on the roof--it also needed parts replaced. She got ahold of the former owner and made arrangements for him to come over today to work on it.

Yesterday--Friday--a miracle occurred. Namely, after six months of wanting to, I finally got to Home Depot. We got a proper-sized board for the bedroom project, parts for the swamp cooler--well, she handled that part. I took the bit in my teeth and got paint for the dresser, some TSP to bathe it with first (yes, I have latex gloves), and hardware to mount the pegboard in my kitchen. (Again, much thanks, PWCorgigirl!)

From there, we ran over to Restore--GK wanted to see if she could find a replacement light kit for the ceiling fan, which we think she did--haven't tried to install it yet--and I scored an elaborate bookcase by the same Danish manufacturer as the other three bookcases on the porch. When I say elaborate, I mean the others are basic bookcases with horizontal shelves. The new one is in three parts: the base is a cabinet with sliding doors, wider than the shelves above, which are different widths, and some of them have vertical pigeon-holes. On top, there's a piece of curved molding concealing a light fixture. It doesn't work, but I don't care. It looks badass.

Getting the badassness up against the back wall of the porch required getting A LOT of crap off the porch/out of the way. Guess who got to do that? Luckily, most of it was plastic bins, and most of them were fairly light (like the one crammed with yarn).

The invasion started at 8 this morning. The seller was here early, GK was late. But hey, they got the darn swamp cooler working, yay! Having never had one before, except the dinky window unit at LL's last year, I wasn't expecting much, but I was pleasantly surprised. It puts out, y'all. Enough to slam the front door if it happens to be open at the time. I quickly discovered that Grandma Sis's old flatiron placed against the door-frame keeps it open just enough to provide a good breeze through the porch if the windows are cracked. I turned off the box fan in my room this afternoon and took a nap (needed after my early morning!) and was comfortable, IE, I didn't wake in a puddle of perspiration.

I've been tidying up out on the porch, planning tentatively to start work on the dresser tomorrow. There are certainly enough projects for me to do! There's the dresser, the pegboard, oh, and doing something about the boxes lining the wall in the bedroom where the dresser is supposed to go. Not to mention general housework and the continued struggle to conquer boxes. Of which there are a lot fewer--I've been passing them along to GK for her move--but there's still more stuff than space.

So that's what I've been doing. Making haphazard progress, but progress nonetheless.

Love to all....


Warm Day in July

Jul. 8th, 2017 03:09 pm
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And by warm, I mean it's about 95 degrees and feels like 105. :-P

Layla got me up at about 4 in the morning, woofing (very softly) that she needed to go out (she was lying). Anyway, I was sitting in one of our deck chairs while she lounged on the deck, when our wind chimes suddenly ... chimed. EXCEPT THERE WAS NO WIND. It was dead calm, close and stifling, with what appeared to be a full moon. So I got up and aimed my trusty little flashlight at the chimes. (These are our wind chimes. I love them.)

There was an anole lizard clinging to one of the chimes. "Oh, hello," I said. Made me smile. :D

Reading Lev Grossman's The Magicians, enjoying it so far.


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