Author: lis

which is different from a halfway house.

The bedroom is finished and he started on the hallway today.

That door on the right, by the way, is the office door, which has been removed and is leaning on the opposite wall. Every day, something new..!

This used to be our closet. But, in preparation for having the carpet removed and the floor installed, we had to take everything out of it. They said we had to do that so it would be easier for them to reach the space, but I think it’s just a handy place to keep all their stuff.

Or something.
Today was the start of our floor project. They came in and removed all the carpet from the upstairs rooms, the hall, the closets and the stairs. And, as expected, it’s a mess. The new flooring will go down over the next several days, and the stairs will be sanded and refinished.

It’s a big pain in the neck, but it will be really nice in the end.

Doug and I started painting the office yesterday. I guess this little spider wanted to help, and instead found itself in a sticky situation.

“The players all played at once without waiting for turns, quarreling all the while, and fighting for
the hedgehogs; and in a very short time the Queen was in a furious passion, and went stamping about,
and shouting `Off with his head!’ or `Off with her head!’ about once in a minute.”

(of course, Doug is playing with the traditional mallet and ball here, and not a flamingo and hedgehog.)

“…with my one man band.”

His right foot is tapping out the rhythm, which is being strummed on a guitar and a bass, and banged on a cowbell. His right foot is also causing the little doll to hop around. His left foot is changing the chords on the two guitars. His hands are either strumming away on a third guitar or a banjo, while his mouth sings along or plays the harmonica. All very impressive and lots of fun. Certainly not something you see every day.

What better way to kill a few minutes at the train station than by drooling over the pastry case at Rosie’s Bakery?  Yum..!

Today I got a package from NASA. It contains samples of rock and soil from the moon. As I walked through the building with the case that contained them, I felt a bit like I was in an espionage movie–like the case should be cuffed to my wrist and that any minute someone was going to chase me down the hall. All very exciting.

But really….I’ve got a piece of the moon at work! How cool is that!

Here’s something I wonder about:
Here is a patch of grass. It’s between the Mass Pike and Route 16 and the commuter rail station. No one really looks at it. Why must it be mowed? Can’t it just be left alone, where it would become shelter for some birds and critters and maybe sprout some wildflowers? Why is the city spending my money mowing this grass???

So last week’s picture showed the beautiful injury I’d done to myself the day before by falling off my bike. This week, you can see that the actual cuts look a good bit better, but the bruises have blossomed in glorious color.

I think from now on, I’m going to tell people a Burmese python bit me.