Sunday, September 28, 2008
I'm on the border. And everybody knows, you can't get to a Dodger game without going through Echo Park.
Maybe I should start with mayor.
Saturday, September 27, 2008
Why do I not believe this is possible? It may be possible for some, but not for me.
Fifteen seconds to spray my shower? Yeah, assuming the spray bottle doesn't need a refill.
Pop in a CD while I dust? Yeah, it would take me 10 minutes to decide what I want to hear while cleaning.
Two minutes to throw out newspapers? It would take me two days to catch up on reading them before I throw them out. And I can't throw them out before I've read them.
Do you think this plan would work for anyone? Would it work for you? Or does this person just get paid to write ridiculous things with headlines no one can resist?
Friday, September 26, 2008
Not only was the floor lower around the edges than in the middle, it was softer, too. Back in those days, in this modest area, they didn't waste the good wood on the whole floor. They figured the middle section would be covered with a rug so the prime wood was only for the part that would peek out around the edges.
It just occurred to me that that may be the reason the floor settled differently, two different kinds of wood.
Floor Man and crew then put down plywood . . .
Well, yesterday was the day for the Red Oak to be delivered and come in and sit a spell and get to know us better before being nailed to this house for eternity.
Except that somebody ordered White Oak.
So now we wait. We wait for the wood and then we'll wait for Floor Man to find time to come back.
If she can be patient, I suppose we can be too.
Sunday, September 21, 2008
No, that shop is not in front of and overlapping that old Craftsman house . . .
. . . that shop is actually built onto the house, cutting it in two!Ladies and Gentlemen of the jury, how is this not a capital offense? Who would commit such an act of depravity upon an innocent house?
The blog, Casa Decrepit, has an excellent post called Crimes Against Victorians. As you see above, the humble Craftsman bungalow is no less under attack than the stately Victorian.
On a leisurely stroll today alone, I observed:
Also on my walk today, I saw this nice house:
This is the kind of house that makes me want to invite myself in and get to know the people who live there.And then there's this house, right next door:
The sad thing is, viewed side by side, they look like they may have started out as sister-houses:
The house on the left also displays not just one, but two fine sculptures like this:
Sometimes, a crime against a Craftsman can be as simple as the perceived need for a security door and bars on the windows:
I'm not sure why anyone would want to enclose their porch behind a big glass window. I don't even see any orchids, though they don't appear to have a green thumb anyway.
Is there a house in your neighborhood that is more sinned against than sinning? Send me a photo along with any catty comments you'd like to include. I'd love to post a nationwide crime-spree. No prizes, just links - unless you want to get really catty and prefer to remain anonymous.
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
Now that most of the kitchen cabinets are in, I got to take the food we'd been storing in the big, ugly Rubbermaid thing,and put it away in the cabinet of the Lazy Susan. What an insult to that ingenious device. She's not lazy at all!
Why do I have so many cans of black bean soup? Why do have so many cans of garbanzo beans? It's true, I do love garbanzo beans. Maybe I have a fear of running out. I think I couldn't see everything I had in the big, ugly Rubbermaid thing. The Lazy Susan should solve that problem. Now all my provisions will be visible at the flick of a wrist.
Here's the weird thing (and it's so weird, it doesn't even sound believable to me), this is the first time in over 20 years that we are able to store food in the kitchen. Up until now, we've had to find storage in other rooms, usually in some little storage unit that was meant to hide media. We just had too much dishware and glass ware and what-all ware taking the valuable kitchen shelf space. There was no room left for food. When we packed to move, I counted over two dozen martini glasses. There is no room for black bean soup, or even garbanzo beans when you are sheltering that many cocktail glasses.
But this time, the secret is that the food gets to move in first. The martini glasses are still in a box in storage. Except for a pair kept out, I haven't seen them for almost six years. Ha! Won't they be surprised! But they'll be fine. There's still plenty of shelf space left. They wouldn't have liked the Lazy Susan anyway.
All the convention watching was distracting. It was a lot like theatre - comedy and tragedy, terror and pity. While it was all going on, I got behind in my life. I also got behind in my blogging and blog reading. I have a lot to catch up on.
While I was distracted, we received the renewal for our homeowner's policy. I hate this time of year. This is one of the things that Suze Orman tells us to budget for, yet I never do. I have to buy appliances, go to the theatre, travel. But this year, more than ever, I know I really have to evaluate all the upgrades and come clean about how much coverage we need. Ugh. So much easier just to write the check and send it off. I really don't want to do a full accounting of all the new stuff. I hate this part of being an adult. I'm really only into adulthood for the drinking and staying up late.
As a new homeowner, one of the first things I learned was that we couldn't get homeowner's insurance to cover us if we owned a pit bull. That surprised me. Pit bulls and Rottweilers are absolutely verboten if you expect liability insurance. Now, I've met some nice pit bulls. My family had a couple of pit bulls when I was a kid. But these days, I don't recommend them. So if you're thinking of choosing a pit bull, any pit bull, for any reason, any reason at all, think again.
Everything you have may be at risk.
Monday, September 1, 2008
It may not sound like a balanced meal but that's not the point. The point is that I put the rind from the lemon down the garbage disposal - my first garbage disposal since we moved nearly six years ago. AND, and, and . . . as I type, THE DISHWASHER IS WASHING DISHES!
Ladies and gentlemen, I have not lived with a working dishwasher since I went away to college during the Carter Administration. All I can say is, I'm happy that I lived long enough to see the day.
The new stove is not yet installed so I'm not sure when any actual cooking will take place. Until then, there's still a half bag of chips.