My new riposte to arguments against the Dream Act (that would let good students who were brought illegally to this country as children normalize their immigration status) is that in most cases, our country/state/county/city has put twelve or more years of educational money into these kids.
By deporting them, we're throwing away all that sunk cost.
It's arguably better in the long run we keep these kids (who are A students) around so we can collect money back in the form of income taxes, et cetera.
I love the 21st century, where I can post to Buffistas from top of a mountain... I am sitting on a huge pile of granite, looking down at Donner Lake, and it's quite lovely here.
It's arguably better in the long run we keep these kids (who are A students) around so we can collect money back in the form of income taxes, et cetera.
Oooh, good one.
Hellooooo up there, Consuela!!!
I didn't get around to the yardwork. Or pickling the cukes (though truth be told, I might in a bit.) Nor the manicure.
But that's because I turned this: [link] (I'd flaked off most of the loose paint long prior to today.) into this: [link] I've got to wait a few hours before I can put the shelves back in. I don't think I lost too many brain cells to fumes. And thank god I do my own nails so had a big jug of acetone to clean up the tiles where "the cloud" deposited paint.
Of course, I do this on the muggiest day in a while, so ventilating meant inviting in mugginess. But it is purty now.
....and maybe I should eat something today...
Wow, sarameg! That's amazing.
That is quite a transformation, sara! I also love how our purple and green bathroom has a pink sink. I think instead of trying to find the purple sink to match, you should get a blue or yellow toilet! Do you read Retro Renovation? Because if you don't she just did a a post on a HUGE tile store in New Jersey that has tile and fixtures going back to the 40's (it is family owned), and they might have your other soap dish.
I think instead of trying to find the purple sink to match, you should get a blue or yellow toilet!
I have a purple sink, original to the neighborhood! My neighbor gave it to me when he redid his bathroom this summer. I just haven't gotten it cleaned up and installed yet, so it is living in the front room: [link]
I'll check out the RR, I haven't been there in a while.
Neverming! That sink is GORGEOUS! I would give anything to have your bathroom.
Great job on the medicine cabinet, sarameg!
I woke up at 6:00 am and decided to finally get my kitchen and bathroom floors scrubbed. I'll admit that it's been a looooooong time since that happened in either room. So, after taking off my nightgown and just in my skivvies, I filled up a bucket with water and Spic 'n Span and started scrubbing. The kitchen wasn't too bad, but ye gods, that bathroom floor was utterly disgusting, especially around the toilet base. It required refilling the bucket with another batch of clean water before it was anywhere near somewhat clean. Ugh! Oh, well, at least those rooms are clean. I then managed to pick up and vacumn the rest of the apartment, but I didn't do any dusting (the Pledge can and dustcloth are still sitting on the coffee table, in fact).
Dad spent the afternoon and took me out to lunch. I'd been craving the lamb kabobs and carrot salad at the local Uzbek place, so we headed over there, where we were the only ones in the place until we finished, when we passed by a Russian family coming in with a bottle of vodka in hand (they have some house wine and Russian beer and vodka available, but are also BYOB). I have enough of both the salad and lamb left over for dinner, and some bread, too.
After we came back to my place, I was talking about the summer projects I meant to do but ran out of time, including the photos I really should organize and put into albums and frames. We started talking about old family pics and I ended up pulling out my box which is mostly photos that Dad had given me years ago.
In going over the pics, we talked about his parents' families and their histories, most of which I had no idea about! I knew my dad's maternal grandfather, Jesse, was a barber on the South Side of Chicago, but nothing else. Turns out he had gone from school as a late teen to working as a barber in logging camps in Michigan and Wisconsin in the 1890s, which he did for several years before he'd had enough and moved to Chicago. He was job hunting, popped into a hair place called "Carson's Beauty Shop" which cut both men's and women's hair, and was hired. He then met the owner's daughter Alida and fell in love. Also, my great-great-grandma Carson was a single mom. We don't know what happened to great-great-grandpa Carson; if he died or if she divorced him, Alida never told anyone in her family.
One of the photos that I already have is a family pic of Alida and all of her siblings. I got that one because I see myself in every one of them. Apparently, when I was still pretty young, my dad's sister Barb was visiting one day, took a look at me, and looked at him and said, "Karl, your daughter looks exactly like Mom!" Sure enough, as I lose more weight, I'm looking even more like her now. All those Carson genes are resplendently viewable on my face.
