Today, as I was walking through, I spotted some of the in-progress decorations and holiday prep. The sight of this enormous wreath, leaning on a small scissor lift, was a humorous juxtaposition of the seasonal and the mechanical.
Honestly, most of day was just setup. Getting ESLint and Prettier up and running took a lot longer than it probably should have. I should probably set up TypeScript but part of me just wants to go go go.
Wasn’t really feeling all that motivated today, but ended up pulling myself out of bed late morning and suiting up. I wanted to get a bit of progress on the first floor, and had in mind to clean up a few ceiling areas downstairs.
“There were different versions, depending on whom you spoke to. Some people said the Oudh family had been there since the British had annexed their kingdom, in 1856, and that the forest had grown up around the palace, engulfing it. Some said they were a family of jinns, the supernatural beings of Arabian folklore.”
Last night, right before I was heading to bed, I happened to see this on Twitter. Imagine my surprise when someone mentioned they had read an old poem of mine – and for a high school class, no less!
Unless you’re familiar with the piece, the video probably just seems like a lot of gibberish. And I guess it is, mostly. But I like trying to listen for the overlap, and like imagining the robotic voices are actually performing for us.
I’ve gone on a diet the last year or two, and decided against renewing some older domains I kept around. I should probably let a few more expire.
The thing is: as I was scanning the list of domains I own, I saw one that I didn’t remember at all.
Phineas recently caught some kind of a cold/infection, which has him sneezing a lot. He got this right before his annual checkup, and so now… in addition to his normal round of medication, he’s got a little more.
Liz and I parted ways, with her heading to Valpo for the traditional Apple Pie Baking Day while I headed back to HP with Bob to work on the exterior living room wall.
With much, if not all, of the living room demo completed, we’re closing in on being able to put drywall up on the walls. Before all that though: we’re putting a layer of drywall on the ceiling (ceiling first, then the walls).
Let me start this story with an embarrassing fact: a few weeks ago, when I was working on the house, I lost my balance and fell off the top of a ladder.
I don’t subscribe to a lot of YouTube channels, but I’ve been following Vox primarily for videos made by the amazingly awesome Estelle Cawell. This one, focusing on the Peacock wicker chair, starts with music and album covers… but goes on a surprising historical journey.
It’s hard to pin down things to any specific root cause, but lately I’ve had a low level feeling of anxiousness or worry.
“Here’s a small gray woman
in an enormous beaver coat”
I’ve had some luck in re-using opened cans of Great Stuff foam. But lately, either I’m not closing them up fully or it’s this stuff just has an irrepressible need to expand. This is the second can I’ve discovered that’s morphed into some kind of abstract sculpture.