This weekend, Liz and I have been revisiting the trim we want to order. We’ve gone through this process a few times, and have finally landed on a vendor… but still need to do some work on figuring out just how much material we need.
Earlier this week, we ran into our neighbors Mark and Anna (who live across the street from us). We got talking about whisky, and had an impromptu plan to get together to share some bottles with one another.
Worth noting: we talked to Mark and Anna prior to our trip to Scotland, and it was their recommendation for us to visit Bunnahabhain… which ended up being one of our favorite tastings from the entire trip.
Liz and I went out to stock up on supplies, figuring we’ll be hit with some 6″+ of snow. The interesting thing: as much as the reports vary, everything points to us being in the 40’s the next day. So whatever snow accumulation we might get wouldn’t last long.
It started as a bit of an inside joke. And I think I’ve mostly worked out the mechanics of how things should work. While I’ve still got some design and layout work to do, it’s pretty close – shy of just buying the domain name, and uploading things.
“To the west now it begins
In the sound waves in the wind
There is an echo going by me
Of the mountains caving in”
“Today my heart is so goddamned fat with grief
that I’ve begun hauling it in a wheelbarrow. “
“All I wanted to do was fix my email. I did not expect to have a minor existential crisis about how much the world is about to change.”
With more duct work and electrical and piping now in the basement, we can no longer easily just insert a full-length board across the basement.
Luckily for us, Bob’s done this sort of thing before. And cut a long board into two notched pieces, which we would then “lock” into place with a tapered peg.
A long while back, Liz purchased a vintage/restored chemistry/lab table. Her goal was to use this as her sewing desk, with an eye to have it in our upstairs office area.
Tonight, Hugo was content to just hang out while Daisy more or less fell asleep on top of his head.
“Look at that. I’m just watching, but it feels like my heart’s going to burst.”
We have this plastic tunnel thing that we bring out, from time to time. It’s older, and not something Hugo has really seen before.
Tonight, Liz threw few pellets inside to encourage Hugo to explore. Because Hugo, for all his size and weight, is still something of a scaredy cat.
“Inside the standard lunch hour din they rise, four
seamless voices fused into one, floating somewhere
between a low hum and a vibration, like the sound
of a train rumbling beneath noisy traffic.”
The album Pale, by Toad the Wet Sprocket, was a big album for me in my late teens. I think I came across it in the last year or so of high school, and it’s an album that definitely followed me to college.
More than that, it was an album that I had on literal repeat, during my graduate school years. When I was writing poems, I’d often just loop this album non-stop (CD in the PC computer days).
Liz started to take out some of the pieces, for cleaning. And then realized someone had cut out part of the door to insert some fittings, and then patched it up again (a small square of wood). She got a few things cleaned up, but ultimately stepped back from taking the whole thing apart.