from either War Over Britain or Star Wars New Hope that borrowed this concept from the former. Normally when the guns cease, that's a good thing, but here, like the movies, means that more, worse hellish things are to happen. Today is very wet and you'd think that the hillbillies wouldn't be firing the fireworks and they might not. That only means that tomorrow will be worse. I guess, it's more like, wait til your father gets home and you manage to be asleep before sentencing only to find the punishment worse the next day.
I expect booms and bams unlike yesterday --- worse, unthrilling to me, making my sleep impossible like it was last night.
Gradually degenerating into ignorance and complacency.
Tuesday, July 11, 2006
The guns ... they've stopped
Posted by Marcus at 4:49 PM 2 comments
preparing for painting
Prep time = 20 mintues. Painting = 11 mintues. Laying the plastic on the steps was a challenge, as the tape wasn't holding it. Ther was little splatter. This is yet another step in painting the inside of the house before selling it. This should finish the upstairs when the walls are finished. I had a good luck at my impending doom, standing on the banister looking down at plastic.
I was thinking that if I were to fall to my injury, anyone could just roll up the plastic around me and either get me help or bury me in it. Anyway ... the smell was not intoxicating, as it was in an open space.
The ladder seen here is decades old, having seen painting of exterior house before siding, inside house, various rooms; cleaning, getting to hard to reach tree sections, roofs for gutter cleaning and pest removal.
Come to think of it ... I might be older than I am! Gad! That's an antique. I wonder what Antique Roadshow would price on that?! Nothing.
The second coat and tear down won't take nearly so long. Then -- off to Ream Steckbeck for wall paint. Joy of joys--more painting ("more Martians").
I was thinking that if I were to fall to my injury, anyone could just roll up the plastic around me and either get me help or bury me in it. Anyway ... the smell was not intoxicating, as it was in an open space.
The ladder seen here is decades old, having seen painting of exterior house before siding, inside house, various rooms; cleaning, getting to hard to reach tree sections, roofs for gutter cleaning and pest removal.
Come to think of it ... I might be older than I am! Gad! That's an antique. I wonder what Antique Roadshow would price on that?! Nothing.
The second coat and tear down won't take nearly so long. Then -- off to Ream Steckbeck for wall paint. Joy of joys--more painting ("more Martians").
Posted by Marcus at 11:32 AM 2 comments
Bored of the Rings
Solving the ring situation the faster, easier, sensible way. Suggested by many, written by none.
Posted by Marcus at 7:57 AM 0 comments
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