Rate the Debates
September 26, 2008 | 2008 campaign,Politics
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Note to self: Close the garage door at night
Stuff
When I stepped into the garage last night to take the dog out, I saw a flash of hind legs of some critter. A rabbit? Dog? Cat? The legs were white. I’m thinking it was a rabbit. All I know is I have to remember to close the garage door after dark unless I want critters to walk in the back door and cozy up to a night of Animal Planet on the tube. Or … maybe they like Project Runway?
Books: The Devil in the White City
Books
I just finished reading The Devil in the White City: Murder, Magic, and Madness at the Fair that Changed America by Erik Larson. Why couldn’t all my history books be like that?
Anyone else read it?
Posted by Becky @ 5:34 pm | 2 Comments
It’s time to close the windows …
Stuff
… turn off all the lights … and run for cover.
The bugs, good grief, the bugs!
If I don’t gulp my wine (or chug it from the bottle), I get to fish out a half dozen tiny but happily drunk bugs from the glass. And those are the ones that found the wine. The others hover around the bananas, the lights, the trash … well, everywhere.
Anyone have a beekeeper getup I can borrow until the snow comes?
What do they do at a co-op meeting?
September 25, 2008 | Stuff
Why, they play the banjo, of course!
Since moving here, I’ve joined two cooperatives: one for my electricity and the other for my telephone and Internet. One of them held its annual meeting tonight, and we went (hoping to win one of the 32-inch flat-screen televisions they were giving away, natch). I’d never been to a cooperative annual meeting before, so I didn’t really know what to expect … you know, singing in rounds and eating potluck? Seriously, I had no idea.
But it was your typical meeting, with minutes, reports and elections. And, oh yeah, the banjo-playing.
Updated presidential debate schedule
2008 campaign,Politics
I’ve been getting a ton of hits for people looking for the debate schedule, so I thought I’d better update it. You can find it here.
Politics? We got your politics right here
Politics
I was going through my feeder this morning before it explodes. Yes, I’ve been neglecting it along with every other thing in my life (one being that I’m apparently not writing about politics often enough). I ran across this post by CityMama at MOMocrats … the one with Katie Couric’s interview with Sarah Palin. After watching it, all I could think of was, “She’s Dan Quayle. With glasses and a gun.”
Then I thought, wait. I’ve got a photo I took of Quayle when he was veep wearing safety goggles … it’s gotta be around here somewhere. Don’t ask. Long story.
Alas, I was unable to find it. But I will … one of these days. It will make the comparison even better. He wore the original rimless glasses. If he only wore his hair in an updo …
The good news is that I found a story I wrote about my grandmother … one that’s been MIA for about 10 years. Score. Maybe y’all’ll wanna hear about that sometime.
Posted by Becky @ 6:24 pm | 2 Comments
Tired of the sunrise?
September 22, 2008 | Stuff
Here’s another one. I can’t help it. Now I see it every morning because I have to take the dog out.
Exactly what I was looking for
Stuff
I spent eight hours at an estate auction Saturday to get this. I’ve been looking for something for this space in my kitchen. I had something in mind but couldn’t explain it. I looked at a few things, and they weren’t quite right.
This? Perfect.
Since it was furniture, though, it was one of the very last things sold at the sale. I had all day to think about it, and I wasn’t about to go home without it.
That’s one thing I’ve missed about living in these parts — a good auction. I love the banter and standing across from someone who wants the same thing you do — bidding, nodding and mulling it over. (Not to mention wondering, “How on earth can I explain spending $150 on a hand-painted Italian coffee set?” Usually, I can’t.)
An auction is often bittersweet. It’s usually a sale of the belongings of someone who died. The woman who owned this cabinet was 97 when she died. I met someone who was her neighbor for almost 50 years. Many of her children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren were at the sale. They actually helped me load the cabinet into my truck at the end of the day. After looking at the massive amount of belongings for sale, I got to thinking about the things the family did not sell — photos and family heirlooms — and all the things we accumulate in a lifetime.
I hope this cabinet has some happy memories attached to it. I hope to add to them over the years.
