Obama is in Utah today. People are twitchy and don't want to admit they're afraid their neighbors are going to be stupid in public. Nothing drastic, but LaVerl could get up on his hind legs and decide to be a Tru Patriut Hero were someone could see him.
Natter 73: Chuck Norris only wishes he could Natter
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, butt kicking, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Hi all. I got so far behind (like 3000+ posts) here that I just had to skip to end and hopefully stay caught up for a bit. All the posts after ita's passing just made it very hard to make it through the thread (I'll catch up on the dedicated thread at some point).
ate my dad diet breakfast
The what now?
Hi Frank!
My co=worker made two apple cakes for the baking contest today, and they were still warm when she got here but probably won't be at contest time, so she cut one up for us to sample at its peak. So delicious. Made me wish I'd brought in my whipping cream siphon, though. It's full of cream and everything, I should have stuck it in my lunch bag. Oh well, next time.
Day 1 of compulsory vacation: got into the shower at noon. Will start sanding deck furniture shortly.
I'd like to be more productive, like maybe had made oil & vet appts, but that would require planning and I don't have that in me. So deck furniture and possibly paint touch ups today. Tomorrow, I have to do Saturday's errands because sat is taken and Sunday s Easter and thus everything is closed! So the timing works out, I guess.
My day off will be busy: one month/one week eye checkup, oil change, drop stuff off at thrift stores/get boxes to put thrift store stuff in. Then do eBay stuff. And think of something real-food-ish to cook this weekend. And make more inroads in stuff house to get rid of.
Hah, that should've said SAD diet breakfast.
Welcome back, Frankenbuddha
One more note about my fucked up job: There's a person in another department who plays a really critical liaison role. She has no backup. She is on vacation this week, and her out of office literally doesn't even refer you to anyone else -- you just have to wait until she is back.
Table and chair sanded and washed(other chair is broken and I haven't figured out how to fix yet.) once they dry, back to basement to await staining and sealing. But they need to get really dry. Operation attach hose to utility sink was a success!
Eat something and then clean car or maybe fix the spot of rust on my railing. :( !!! Something chipped the paint at some point.
Also? Opened the windows and airing out house! Spring!
Yay, spring!
And also, YAY amych!
Talk of Easter had me looking up pictures of the Easter Sunrise Service at Old Salem. It's a thing. The Moravian Band plays (as it does at Christmas Candlelight Lovefeast), people gather in the square by Christ Church and follow the band to God's Acre (stumbling over the brick sidewalks in the pre-dawn), the Moravian cemetery, where all the gravestones are identical flat white marble. The congregants arrange themselves to wait for the sun to breach the horizon, singing hymns and praying.
God's Acre has gates, brick pillars with a white-painted arch between them, scripture quotes lettered across the arch. My favorite one, tucked up under century old trees and giving onto the sidewalk along a row of 160 year old row houses, says, "Till the Day Break" on entry. And, "And the Shadows Flee Away" on exit.
I am consumed with fond nostalgia.