Not a whole heck of a lot going on today, which is pretty much the way I like my Saturdays. The only slight exception would be doing a little shopping in the morning, which is where I saw this rather neat shopping bag.
OK, there’s a “bag” joke in there somewhere, but whether the lady was an “old bag” or not, I’m not going there. I was being sneaky, since I only wanted a pic of the bag. I suppose I could have struck up a conversation with the lady and asked her where she got it, but I try not to get agitated with those who think standing in line at the checkout somehow can be a replacement for a proper kaffeeklatsch, so it therefore follows that I have no intention of agitating the people behind me by engaging in mindless chit chat about where someone bought a particular shopping bag. I just thought it was neat.
Considering that was today’s “big excitement”, I guess we’re more or less scraping the bottom of the barrel here.
We did take a couple minutes and to give the outside table a going over. I had just cleaned this thing a week ago and it was already kind of black. It’s either soot, or brake dust, we’re not sure.
I didn’t take a picture of the dirty paper towel. You’ll just have to take my word for it.
Unless the weather takes some sort of drastic change for the worse, I’d say that spring is pretty much on its way. It was in the high teens today (just think nearly room temperature, and learn some Celsius!)
I decided to do a “do over” when it came to the birthday call to my brother in Nova Scotia, since last week’s call didn’t go all that well. Having to go to a funeral service on your birthday kind of sucks. He was in better spirits yesterday, although he couldn’t chat for too long, since there was someone there quoting on some work to the house. It’s a rather old farm house that they have, with lathe and plaster walls and ceilings, and my understanding is that they’ve pretty much gutted the dining room and kitchen.
Now I have to say this, I’ve torn out lathe and plaster, and I know just what kind of a job it is. Best to wear your respirator. I don’t even think a dust mask will quite do it. If you can manage to protect your lungs, that’s really only half the battle, since the dust just goes everywhere. True of drywall dust as well, but with any old building, there’s years of additional cr*p that gets unearthed when you start the tear-out. It’s just a horrid, horrid job.
Anyhoo, that’s it for today’s missive. Tomorrow will quite likely be more of the same, so there may very well be a big gaping hole where some words might other wise have appeared. Time to pour another glass of Pinot Grigio.
Happy St. Paddy’s Day for all you green beer drinking types.
Thanks for lookin’.