Abraham Lincoln: "It has been my experience that folks who have no vices
have very few virtues."
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I had intended to drive upriver to the old house last Saturday, but I started the day with a complaining back, so I cancelled the trip. Then on Sunday I got an email from the Hairless Hunk. He had made one of his usual inspection trips around the outside of the house, and found that one of the basement windows was open, and the screen had been removed. That worried me. There are copper thieves up there. (HH doesn't have a key to the house.)
So I drove up late Sunday evening.
That window had been used by the guys installing the A/C last summer. They said then that the window wasn't latched when they opened it. I never checked whether they'd latched it when they were finished.
Nope. It wasn't latched, and they had apparently not replaced the screen. It probably blew open in a storm or something, had swing in at the bottom, just a few inches. There was no sign that anyone had been in the house, although it was obvious rain had come in. So I latched it. That latch does take a little convincing. HH had put the screen near the front porch. I took it inside, but didn't replace it in the window (mostly because it was awkward).
I drove back early on Monday.
A while ago the Nugget and I had been in a Pier 1 and she fell madly in love with a Papa-San chair - those huge round pole rattan thingies. She requested one (right now! this one!) for her birthday (some months off), and I told her I didn't need to buy one, that I had one in my old house that I could bring down for her. The last few trips up I had driven the little car, and every time she met me in the driveway on my return to ask if I'd brought the chair back for her. She hadn't forgotten!
So this trip I took the van (that chair is HUGE), and made a special point of loading up the chair. It's now in the dining room, but it will have to go somewhere else when I bring my furniture down. I don't understand why this house is supposed to be larger in square feet, but my furniture simply isn't going to all fit. I have one more small bedroom here, but every other room is smaller than in the old house. I don't understand.
The Nugget doesn't want to use the chair like a seat, you know, with the round part and cushion tilted forward. She wants the rattan cup and cushion set straight up. She looks like a little bird in a nest when she's in it.
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Nutella. It seems like every so often I have to learn about it all over again. Every few years I buy it with high hopes, having forgotten the last time I guess, and every time I end up throwing it out. That stuff doesn't improve anything you add it to, it's thick and dry and it glops up my mouth. It sticks to the roof of my mouth and my gums, but unlike peanut butter, no amount of tongue action loosens it. I dislike the taste and the texture. Maybe it might work heated and poured over ice cream --- but I doubt it.
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I'm hearing and reading that "(adjective)er than the next" construction a lot more lately. I wish people would think about the meaning of what they say. Sheesh. If "each one is weirder than the next," that means the first one is the weirdest, and each one following is less weird, right?
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Bloggers are dropping like flies, so I've been wandering around trying to find new ones (that don't think they're hot stuff and should be paid for blogging, you know?) I came across this guy: http://darwinfish2.blogspot.com. About half of his posts are sports-oriented, which would interest mostly only Pittsburgh and Baltimore fans, but he also gets into social commentary, meme-destroying, and political rants, and those posts are great. Y'all gotta just wait for them, and the wait is worth it.
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