I Miss You

This post is really not germane to anything important or newsworthy, but I realized tonight that I miss the comic strip Calvin and Hobbes.  For a strip about a six-year-old boy and his stuffed tiger, it sure had some extraordinarily great lessons.

I'll leave you with one of them.

(Blink-182)

Brighten the Corner Where You Are

A little bit of pee on the floor goes a long way.

****RAMBLING COMPLAINT FOLLOWS****

I've decided that the house in which I currently reside is a perfect example of 'design by committee'.  At least I certainly hope it is.  If a solo person came up with the design, I question their sanity.  "What prompted this post?" you may ask, although I suspect you're more likely to ask "Why in the chocolate fountain should I care?!"  Well, you see, both of the bathrooms in this house have adjoining bedrooms.  I'm sure at the time, this seemed like an brilliant idea and a convenient option.  And to be honest, it is for the most part.  However, there are significant drawbacks that would prompt any rational person to consider at least having one standalone bathroom in a dwelling.  First (and foremost on my mind) is that, quite frequently, the residents of the adjoining bedrooms consider the bathroom to be an extension of their room.  They lock the publicly-accessible door (or at the very least keep it closed), denying access to all but the bravest of souls.  In a normal house, this isn't a problem.  Most likely, the bathroom actually IS an extension of the room and intended to be a private bathroom.  In this house, the private/public hybrid nature of the bathrooms often results in both bathrooms being annexed by the adjoining rooms at the same time.  If one needs to use the facilities in this situation, one is up Brown Creek with no means of propulsion.  Clearly, the solution here is to have a bathroom that has a clear 'public' designation.  Whether this would be best achieved by an additional bathroom or merely removing the adjoining door from one is less clear (I vote for the former).

The second problem I have with this design also results from the bathroom's identity crisis (I chose singular because the parents' bathroom appears to have resolved its question in favor of 'private'), but is from the perspective of a resident of one of the adjoining rooms.  (I'm going to attempt to not be too graphic, so if it seems I'm dancing around a subject, that would be why.)  As we all know, a bathroom is quite often not the most pleasant area in a house.  There are times when it is best to contain its unique ambiance within its four walls and use a fan to gradually modify the environment.  Well, let me tell you right now, a door is not nearly as effective a barrier as a wall when it comes to more ethereal contaminants.  Particularly a door with a 1.5" gap at the bottom.  The result is that when the atmosphere in the bathroom is unpleasant, the atmosphere in the adjoining bedroom can rapidly become equally unpleasant.  And there's no fan in the bedroom.

****END RAMBLING COMPLAINT****

Anyway, that's pretty much all I have to say about this subject for now.  Here's hoping I can finally brush my teeth and go to bed.  Sorry if this post crossed the proverbial line and offended your sensibilities.  But not too sorry.  No one is forcing you to read it.  (If they are, the code phrase is "CONED DARE".)

(Wallace Carlson)

Comfortable Liar

I have something to confess.  For all of you who think I'm a clean person, you're wrong.  I'm a horrible slob.  If you don't believe me, drop by my office tomorrow.

This happened.  That's the only explanation.

Actually, what happened was that my 10-second attention span struck again.  I started about seven projects today and only finished two.  Three if you count this blog post (I'm assuming I finished it if you're reading it).  So at the moment, most of the unfinished projects are on my desk.  I'm kinda tempted to go clean it up right now.  Fortunately for me, my OCD tendencies are offset by a big, fat streak o' lazy.  I like to lie to myself and say that makes me easier to live with, but really it just makes me lazy.

Here we are at the end.  If you were hoping for some grand moral to this story, I'm sorry to disappoint.  I'm only writing this post because I don't have my computer, and without my links, I never remember what sites I usually visit.  How pathetic is that?

(Chevelle)

Please Mr. Postman

After many, many, many, many, many years of neglect, the community mailbox was looking a little sad.  So last week, Crystal, Sharon, and I decided to spruce it up a little bit.  Okay, to be completely honest, this was spurred on by the annoyance of the names not being in alphabetical order, which every normal person has to understand.  (See what I did there with the redefining of normal?  It helps my self-esteem.)

Before: Note the missing dividers on the bottom shelf.  With no support, the shelf sagged until the dividers wouldn't stand up.  Oh, and those spots on the side are grime.  Ewwwwww.

After: We cleaned, restained, and varnished the wood.  Then I propped up the bottom shelf and installed a crossbar that will hopefully keep the shelf from drooping again.  Guess we'll see.

Now, not only are the names in alphabetical order, but the tags are a uniform size.  And they're laminated so they won't get all dirty and gross.  Again.

Here's a sorta-closeup for you.

I hope you are all sufficiently impressed by my astounding carpentry skills.  Just don't look too closely.

(The Carpenters. Well, one of the versions in any case.)

Whoomp! (There It Is)

My pink bathroom.  Isn't it just lovely?

Try to contain your jealousy.  (I don't have a picture of it, but the sink is pink too.)

In case you hadn't already heard, I'm going to be moving into Vera's old house.  If you don't believe in time travel, feel free to drop by for a visit.  I'll take you on a magical ride back to a time called the 1960s, when Johnson was president, the Beatles ruled the charts, bathroom fixtures were hideous, and wood paneling was groovy.  Or I should say, people thought it was.  It's not.  Fortunately, paint covers paneling, and there is a product that makes pink tubs white tubs, without the hassle and expense of replacing the tub (I imagine this is because there are thousands of these ghastly things across the country).  It may be a long and slow process, but I gradually hope to make the house feel more like mine.  I may even post some pictures here.

There, now I've left you with something to look forward to.  I'm such a generous person.

(Tag Team)

Breathe

That's what I'd really like to do.  Preferably unobstructed.

Spring is so beautiful, but all of the blooming plants spewing pollen into the air are wreaking havoc on my sinuses.  That, of course, interrupts my sleep schedule, and the resulting fog in my brain is what I'm blaming everything wrong with this post on.  For example, the fact that I can no longer remember what it was I was going to blog about.  Cripes, I'm just ending sentences with prepositions all over the place, aren't I?  And that reminds me of something James told me while I was in Arizona. 

A father of a little boy goes upstairs to read to his son before bedtime, but he brings the wrong book. The boy says, "What did you bring the book that I didn't want to be read to out of up for?"

Well I thought it was funny.  And it's my blog, so there.

I think I'd better go to bed.  My head feels like it's filled with meringue.

Peas ouch.

(Angels and Airwaves)

I'm Back

Home again, home again, jiggity jig.  Can't remember what that's from, but it sounded familiar.

This is going to be a short post (I see the skepticism in your eyes).  Yesterday was a long day, but we finally got to EskDale at about 8:30.  Our day was made longer by a strange thing that happened about an hour before we got to Page, AZ.  Right as an SUV passed us, there was a load 'pop' and Alex's left rear window suddenly shattered.  Let me just tell you how much fun it is to drive down the road with a missing window.  Fortunately, Page has a Walmart, so we stopped and got some supplies to create a redneck replacement window (cardboard and duct tape).  It isn't transparent, but it did the job.

On a happier note, I installed the new color laser printer last night (that's printer #2 from the earlier post), and it runs like a dream.  I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship.

Anyway, I'd better go rejoin the workforce.  Someone has to pay for the lifestyle to which I have become accustomed.

(T.I)