David, that ice cream truck story is BANANAS. I see a novel in that, but not a war novel, more like a crazy time-travel thing.
I still don't have my phone back.
Tonight I'm going to Burning Man Decompression in the city, which ought to be a festival of feathers and glitter. I will be woefully underdressed.
Coming back from running this morning I saw a fantastic chaise longue for free on the side of the road. It's all baroque with clawed feet and gold paint, but it's in poor shape and needs to be fully refurbished and re-upholstered. And the only place I could put it is in the garage, where it would get damp(er) during the winter. So no go, sadly. But it is a splendid thing and I hope someone picks it up who gives it a lot of love.
They also had an enormous wooden table with ornately carved legs, but it was too big for anyone without a pickup truck to manage.
I feel better today -- finally -- and will attack, sort and price the mountain of garage sale shit on my dining room table.
Then I will attack the garage for 45 minutes. I should work on it longer, but my allergies have made me so miserable for the last week that I'm hinky about exposing myself to too much dusty crap.
Suela, I too would have been very tempted by the chaise longue.
OK, here is a picture of the weird creepy purse. It looks somewhat weird and creepy alone, but then imagine picking it up by the purse-chains and carrying it somewhere, zipping it open and closed. Taking things out of it.
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it looks like a water bottle!
it looks like a water bottle!
And I was thinking it was a holder for some sort of ritual club.
Yeah, when I first pulled it out of the bag, I was like "Is this some sort of ...paddling sex toy? a mummification bondage thing where you put it over your...hands? Wait, no, it's...a...PURSE?!?!"
I think Belinda still takes the gold medal in Creepy, but that certainly is an off-the-beaten-path item.
