Yep - it happened. I turned over another year on the calendar. I am officially a crypt-keeper. As always, it was awesome. A few friends came over. There was food; there was drink. Fun followed.
I like to check stuff out. Read about a scrapyard, take a drive to check it out. If a shark has to keep moving or die, maybe humans need to keep inquiring or end up a russet potato on the couch. Not a cute little fingerling potato, but one of those Idaho spuds with all the eyes.
In a pathetic turn of events, I'm pretty sure the strongest feeling I can muster (after the bliss of sunbathing) is guilt.
You've probably heard the phrase "when life gives you lemons, make lemonade", right? Your cable goes out so you start a new book instead of watching more re-runs. You're stuck in traffic so you call a friend and catch up (using hands-free technology, of course).
My dad left a HUGE old ladder in my garage years ago. I have no idea why; probably to piss me off (and it worked). He frequently leaves unwieldy objects that he no longer wants in my garage. He denies that he does this, but excuse me! The 30-foot ladder (and 50-year-old floor polisher, etc.) are proof positive.
They're ubiquitous, but that doesn't mean they're bad! No, I'm not talking about plastic bags - those are bad. Today's topic is pallets. You know, those construction thingies - like a pallet of bricks, or a pallet of - something else used in construction.
I have seen many greenhouses over the years, and most have not made much of an impression - except that they usually smell funny and have a weird warmth that is not particularly pleasant.
Doesn't the sun make everything better? And how cool is it that rainy PDX is having beautiful weather at this time of year? Super. Fantastic!
The sun is out - for a few days at least! When it appears, the first thing I notice is how dirty my house is.