Was working outside today with Bob, and we were racing the weather. The clouds got gray, and the weather gave us fair warning… but we were working right up until we felt big, fat splats of rain on our backs.
Liz and I have both been pretty busy, extremely so. We’re working on different things, but the vast majority of our days has us focused on our own projects/tasks.
Of course, after recently watching Jurassic Park on Netflix… I couldn’t help but think of that classic quotation from Jeff Goldblum’s character.
Lately, I found myself returning to Elle King – and in particular, her song Kocaine Karolina. I know I featured a video of this song before, but this is a better version… and a song worth revisiting.
Removing the tile is one thing, but the next step involves cleaning each piece so they can be put back in place. It’s a lot of physical work to clean each one, but they really do shine afterwards.
I was reminded of an old poem I wrote, a long time ago.
It made me think about technology, and how well those references hold up over the years. At the time, using a telephone line as a metaphor made a lot of sense. Fast forward a few short decades, and I’m not sure how well that resonates anymore.
I didn’t see the full sequence of events, but here’s how I imagine it went down: Daisy was sitting, content in the Hop ‘n Flop. And then when Phineas came near, she kind of army-crawled her way closer to him.
It’s been a while since our little friend showed up in the yard, but I happened to catch him tonight towards the early evening. I’m still awed at just how small this little guy is.
Liz has been powering through getting all the fireplace hearthstone/tiles cleared and demo-ed, in preparation for the upcoming floor work we have scheduled.
So the issue I’ve been experiencing? The battery is overheating, the fans are going crazy, and apparently the whole bottom of my laptop is ever so slowly blowing up and out. I spent a long while talking to Apple Support, and the kicker of it all: I may actually have to send this thing in via the mail. Maybe.
Liz was a total whirlwind today. After work, she suited up and began work in the dining room. I was still finishing up on my computer, but could hear the *clang* of a chisel and hammer, over and over again.
Look at that little mug.
While we were out on our errands the other day, we stopped at Lula’s to pick up some pasta. I learned that they were selling “Pasta Yia Yia kits” for folks to make at home, and it seemed like a lovely way to support them, and to give ourselves a bit of a treat.
Spotted this guy, just hanging out in a rain gutter. Not a care in the world. The day was a little too hot to do anything, and he had nowhere to be, really.