While putting our house back together we ran across an old book that was a source of a few laughs. For instance, the Library of Universal Knowledge, ©1954, defined a "computer" as "one who computes". Hmmm.
There was also this interesting article that talks about how asbestos is mined and used. The best line is the last: "Research engineers are constantly finding new ways to use asbestos in the modern home and in industry, ways in which no other known material could serve."
Makes me wonder what we're using in our current "modern homes" that will be found to be as damaging as asbestos 50 years from now.
Sunday, April 10, 2011
Saturday, April 9, 2011
Friday, April 8, 2011
Soon
I remember the line from the movie Somewhere In Time when the aged woman tells the young Christopher Reeve, "Come back to me," as she hands him the pocket watch. If you saw the movie, you know he did return to her.
The roses in the back yard will come back too. And not soon enough.
The roses in the back yard will come back too. And not soon enough.
Thursday, April 7, 2011
Fog
Parts of the drive in to work this morning were like driving through this stuff.
I love fog though. It's about as close to being invisible as I'll probably ever get. When I was much younger, delivering papers on my bike in the fog was always more fun.
But, ever since I saw the movie An American Werewolf in London, when I see fog I think of the warning given to the American travelers in a thick Scottish brogue: "Beware the moors, laddies!"
Yeah, and watch out for flying rolled up newspapers flung by invisible paperboys too!
I love fog though. It's about as close to being invisible as I'll probably ever get. When I was much younger, delivering papers on my bike in the fog was always more fun.
But, ever since I saw the movie An American Werewolf in London, when I see fog I think of the warning given to the American travelers in a thick Scottish brogue: "Beware the moors, laddies!"
Yeah, and watch out for flying rolled up newspapers flung by invisible paperboys too!
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
Crossing the finish line
Today is the final day of construction.
It's hard to believe what a transformation has taken place during the past 37 days.
We made it. Whew!
NOTE: In the interest of full disclosure, I must tell you that this is not an original photo. It was picked off the internet.
It's hard to believe what a transformation has taken place during the past 37 days.
We made it. Whew!
NOTE: In the interest of full disclosure, I must tell you that this is not an original photo. It was picked off the internet.
Monday, April 4, 2011
Sunday, April 3, 2011
Saturday, April 2, 2011
Got granite
It's in! Not without a hiccup though. The eight foot long rectangle over the row of four cabinets in the background was cut one inch too short. And the radiused bar top was also undersized. The stone company did well to cut a new piece for the countertop and mill the sidesplashes so the bar top would work.
It only added one day, so I guess that's just a bump in the road, not a disaster.
It only added one day, so I guess that's just a bump in the road, not a disaster.
Friday, April 1, 2011
Daffodils in the dark
A sure sign of spring, these daffodils add a nice touch to our new great room. When I returned from my trip downstate late Wednesday, Terri held the door open and greeted me with, "Welcome to your new home." I carried all my things in and saw the flowers and two glasses of wine on the coffee table in the living space that just a week ago was a "jobsite".
Now, as I sit here in the dark not seeing much of all the work that has been done, I am pleased that we made the changes and glad we are so close to the end of the project.
And I realize that I'm lucky to be married to a lady who can turn a $4 bunch of flowers into such a beautiful memory.
Now, as I sit here in the dark not seeing much of all the work that has been done, I am pleased that we made the changes and glad we are so close to the end of the project.
And I realize that I'm lucky to be married to a lady who can turn a $4 bunch of flowers into such a beautiful memory.
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