It’s still October.
Oh, it’s for eating? You mean…? Oh. Oh, no…
Well, at–at least it’s soft…!
Done with the initial renovations, moving, and most of the unpacking/organizing. At last…!
I should have thought to have taken some better before pictures, but alas, all I can offer is this snapshot:
It doesn’t come close to conveying how dramatic the paint difference is (it was formerly a dull, flat-finish pinkish-yellow – yick).
Moving was, as always, an ordeal. One of my biggest worries about the continuously delayed sale pushing further and further out into autumn was that it would end up being more likely to rain on moving day, and I really, really didn’t want it to rain on moving day.
It rained on moving day.
Let me rephrase that: it was an all-day torrential downpour on moving day.
Moving day was, in fact, literally the rainiest November day of all time in the region, beating the previous record set in the 1800s.
Such is my luck.
So the floors of the old place got trashed, and I had to spend hours cleaning mud off of the furniture. Oh, and the mailbox got knocked over, the thermostat got smashed, and the garage door broke (at both places!). But now they’re all fixed. It’s done. The nightmare is over. Thank goodness.
Well, then, I guess it’s time to move on and stress out about other things. (>^-‘)> Have a good week and a happy Thanksgiving, U.S. folks!
I came across this sign posted near the employee break room at a Lowe’s in Meridian, and found it too delightfully absurd not to capture.
I guess they’re trying to make some sort of statement about…workplace precautionary responsibilities…? I don’t even know, but it comes off as a hilarious micro-encapsulation – a reductio ad absurdum – of the whole security vs. freedom polarity.
But you’re right, Lowe’s – it’s hard to be in any less danger than in a state of utter existential stagnation. (>^-‘)>
There’s a classy new(-ish) place in Meridian that I’ve been going to lately, consisting of a movie theater reminiscent of a fancy Las Vegas hotel, an always welcome array of new restaurants, and a large chunk of real estate wasted on a disappointing overabundance of hipster clothing stores.
I thought the main courtyard was snazzy enough to provide an excuse for a wide shot. Should have moved the camera more slowly, though…
Or maybe it’s just that my mind is too frazzled to say anything interesting this week. (>^-‘)>
Saw this…thing…in the store the other day. “Hot (h)wezz”? What…why would anything be called that? It sounds like, well, Spanish slang for something filthy. What—what does it mean?
I have a habit of taking pictures of weird products, so I did just that.
Then, when sharing my photographic incredulity with others, I was promptly informed that it was “hot hues”…just, you know, spelled stupidly. Ohhhh.
…that’s not nearly as funny.
Anyway, the moral of the story is: don’t spell things stupidly, or they might end up sounding…let’s say…implicitly unsavory.