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.
I got a call this week from the dentist, reminding me that we had appointments this weekend. We were suddenly struck with a decision: do we go or delay it until later?
If we delayed it until the winter, things would likely be worse out there with Coronavirus. Would we want to chance it then? Liz and I talked about it, and decided now was the better time.
This has been my problem, I think: the lack of any exterior pressure or consequence that demands I stop work. I’m left to make that judgment on my own, and that part of me that always wants to do more is never going to say “You’ve done enough, it’s ok to stop.”
Something about this week. Liz and I are working super long hours, putting in a ton of time into work work. And even with these hours, it doesn’t quite seem enough.
Though we’ve been in Hyde Park for some time, Liz and I haven’t really explored much of the nearby University of Chicago. After work, we decided to go for a little trek – and to see if we could find “that duck pond” that we’ve heard about.