Sometimes when I am upstairs in the loft watching a movie or reading or whatever, Ferrous likes to settle under my knees, under the blanket with me. It’s very cozy, and certainly adorable, but my legs do get a bit stiff after a while. Of course, I don’t move; I just suffer with it. Because I am a cat person.
It was warm enough today for us to sit on the porch for dinner, and then hang out there for the evening. Gandalf was very pleased. We did not tell him that will be the last time for a while, as the next few days look pretty cold. We didn’t want to ruin his enjoyment.
Check it out! Our glorious luxury shower with a nice heavy plastic curtain, an almost-hopefully-someday window, and of course, the orange floor.
I write notes to myself all the time, but if there’s no paper and pen handy, I’lll make a note on my phone. And just like the ones on paper, sometimes I come across them later and have absolutely no idea what they mean.
I actually stood here for a few moments, because the dog was so still I wasn’t convinced it was real. But then it turned its head. Which doesn’t mean it’s not some kind of animatronic dog, but that seems less likely.
I’ve used this old shirt of Doug’s when painting stuff, and as you can see, it has already worked well to keep clay off my clothes. I did have to shorten the sleeves to make it usable for me.
Apparently CVS now considers itself the source for good advice on personal relationships, and offers free tip sheets! They say “Encouragement with Positivity” “Tough Times” “Living with Cancer” and “Relationships Matter.” Thanks, CVS!
Years ago, when I was judging the Boston Public School Science Fair, I met a 6th grader who did a pretty good experiment. His dad was a carpenter or contractor or something, and sometimes complained about the insulation he worked with. So the kid tested 3 kinds: one he created from blue jeans, one hybrid of that and the original, and just the original (he knew what a control was). While I don’t remember which won (it was either the 100% jeans or the 50%), I remember the kid. Given the timeline, I’m pretty sure he’s not responsible for this stuff himself, but I like to think he was involved somehow.
From the January 4 1904 copy of the Boston Journal. Asbestos is bad, m’kay. But only as far as fire prevention goes. Aside from that, all good.