Since we’re working on getting new stairs down to the basement, we decided to also start working on the first floor bathroom again. Part of that work involved removing the old door that opened into the basement.
You know what’s crazy? I took this photo yesterday, on March 25th. Exactly a year ago from yesterday, we picked up the lumber for our garden box project.
“The cornerstone (or foundation stone) concept is derived from the first stone set in the construction of a masonry foundation, important since all other stones will be set in reference to this stone, thus determining the position of the entire structure.”
Bob was over a few nights ago, helping us get the last bit of plywood up along the wall (by where our basement stairs will go). That said, he was off doing his own measurements for the stairs while Liz and I measured and cut the plywood for the last remaining section.
It was interesting to watch the crowds gather, as folks all tried to figure out what to do. The problem just slowly got bigger, as more people entered. People looked around, trying to find information. And then finding none, they stopped in place, pulled out their phones, and started searching or texting.
The thing on the right caught my eye, as I was walking past. The grill on top made me think that fire was involved in some way. The more I looked at it, the less I knew what it was or how it worked. And the more curious I got.
As far as RPG’s go, I’m a sucker for archers. I always lean towards a ranger when playing games like this, and the few trailers I saw looked pretty amazing. The world/environment is one that is post-apocalyptic, but with a mixture of nature and machine. Trees and foliage have overrun buildings, but the world also seems inhabited by mechanical creatures – incredibly complex mechanical creatures.
I’ve been trying to think about what, specifically, it is that draws me into these sorts of games. There’s the repetitiveness, for sure. But I’m sure there’s a more specific or scientific explanation as to why something so monotonous provides such stimulation.
Hard to believe that it’s been three years since we last hung out together. Although I will say that much of that particular night was designed so that I would remember as little as possible… so I guess the fact that I remember it at all is a little victory, there.
Liz, looking at the complicated cross stitch pattern she’s working on. I know she’s done a bit of this before, but nothing quite so involved. Note the additional thread to be used, near the top of the image.
A week or two ago, Liz and I found ourselves near Wicker Park on an errand run. Stopping by the Home Depot there, I spotted a few dumpsters for Heneghan Wrecking – and was reminded of just how much I love their tagline: “We Make Space.”
I happened across Laura Marling recently on Spotify, and got taken in by her voice. I got hooked first by the bass on Soothing. But it was the above track, Wild Fire, that made me realize I needed to spend some time with this album.
On our walk to the train, Liz and I barely saw anyone else. There were a few, significant whiteout moments due to all the lake effect snow we were getting. For a few minutes there, it felt like we were the only two crazy people in our neighborhood, braving the weather to go in to work.
I’ve had this song stuck in my head for a few days, and it’s not leaving. So in an attempt to exorcise it, I’m sharing it in the hopes that it will leave my ears and infect yours.