Lately, I’ve been trying to carve out a little time in the evenings (or mornings, or whenever I can find it) to work on a personal project. It’s another variation of stuff I’ve done before, but I think the outcomes are going to be greater in number and more varied. And, hopefully, of better quality.
Cleared away a lot of things, threw away some things, a lot of vacuuming and sweeping and general tidy-ing up-ness. The place was definitely better than it’s been in a while, and parts of the house actually feel stable again (despite our house being a construction zone).
Big birthday day today for Liz! We had a lot planned, and a lot of places to visit. First up: brunch at Somerset.
Ever since the city did all the road work along our street last year, our parkway has suffered. We had a large chunk of it disturbed, dug up, and the city ended up spraying some kind of hydroseed thing to re-grass the areas.
I got a bit into the first episode, then realized what I really wanted was to re-watch the first season, which I really just loved. The second season was… good. But the first? That was great.
On passing by, I saw concrete blocks and cranes and construction guys aplenty. And then something, far in the distance caught my eye.
“By the time the calendar flips to 2000, by Breitwieser’s calculations, he’s nearing 200 separate thefts and 300 stolen objects. For six years, he’s averaged one theft every two weeks. One year, he is responsible for half of all paintings stolen from French museums.”
After work, Liz and I both suited up and spent a few hours working on some cleaning tasks. I was downstairs in the basement, and she was upstairs in the bathroom.
Liz and I headed over to Valpo today, to hang out with Julie and Bob for Easter. We got there in the early afternoon, had a drink, and chatted and caught up on their back porch.
Liz, braving the space beneath the front porch to retrieve some gardening supplies. Given how much she dislikes scampers, this really was a bold move for her.
My joke is that I’m a guy who loves his wine and pasta. And there’s really not a chance that an errant breeze is gonna pick this guy up (imagine me patting my belly right now). But still, that worry is there – that I’ll get swept away, and lifted off the earth up into the sky.
Since I’ve worked on a Mac, I’ve been a fan of their keyboards. But lately, I’ve been wondering what a mechanical keyboard would be like. This feels weirdly indulgent to me, even though my computer is a tool I use with great regularity. It just seems overkill. Maybe that’s what I’ve gotten so intrigued by the notion.
As you can guess, I have plans but haven’t been super successful. Looking at these alarms, I like to think of myself as both an optimist and a realist.
Ha – I was complaining so much, I forgot why I even posted this photo in the first place. This photo was meant to document the bad flooding, but on looking at it just now… I missed how lovely the reflected houses looked. Felt like a nice surprise.
Six years later, I got to see it again when I visited Paris with friends.