This beautiful weather and the fact that I'm having a cocktail party on Thursday have me working in the yard. There's nothing like a party to get you motivated to get sh** done. Being a plant genius, I requested a friend stop by to help me with a super-serious question: Were my tomato plants in fact weeds, and not in any way, shape, or form actual tomatoes?
A friend is re-doing her kitchen, which has turned into a first floor remodel. You know how that goes, right? You're remodeling the kitchen, and you decide to include the laundry room while you're at it. Then it makes sense to update the flooring of the family room while everything's ripped up. And while the family room floor is ripped up, it's a good time to add the wet bar you've always wanted. And away you go!
My friend Kris and I needed some retail therapy the other day, but didn't have much time. So we went to Beaverton because there's not much there. Harsh, right? But kinda sorta true?
Nobody ever asks to see my vacation photos. Know why? Because my photos are mostly trash - and I don't mean my composition is lousy, and I'm not being self-critical. When on a trip, I mainly take pics of local trash and pollution, and of recycling efforts. If there are any. It's not intentional, but when I get home, that's all that's on the camera. Trash.
You're probably familiar with this procrastination technique: reading everything you can find on the internet about some random topic. The topic is not important! The history of galoshes? Crucial information, particularly if it keeps you from cleaning the bathroom.
My friend Eve recently texted me from a publisher's trade show in L.A. She was reporting on ridiculous event policy, which probably has its own hashtag. She took her re-usable cup to the trade show, but the coffee vendors wouldn't fill it. It was against their rules.
Due to this or that, I hadn't been at a Repair Café event in over a year. I figured that things might have changed a ton, but I was wrong. The volunteers were still happy, repairs were still getting made, and on this particular summer-like evening, the sun was still shining. Perfection. Whether your cause is keeping accumulated stuff out of the landfill, teaching bike repair or community service, the Repair Café offers a wonderful group of people dedicated to repairing rather than tossing.
Is there anything better than a cool chair? This recent post
got me thinking about what makes a chair cool. While style is certainly important, coolness to me is more about provenance. I want to be able to brag about my chairs. To say They're antique library chairs
. Or perhaps, They're made from old Coke bottles.
Maybe you like squirrels, but the jury is out for me. Raccoons are definitely on my shit list: They broke through the foundation of my house and built a McMansion amongst the pier posts, then tried to break up with me by treating me badly. That didn't work. They didn't run me off.
Cuba has been forbidden fruit to Americans, and it's logical that we want to visit the isle. Many Americans have wanderlust, and the means to satisfy that urge. There are places all over the world that rely on tourist dollars to get by. Cuba is definitely one of those places. So, if you're (still) inclined to make the trek, let's talk about what you'll see and experience.