A Failure to Communicate
A failure to communicate resulted in me completing the grocery shopping instead of taking the pickup-load of carpet to the county dump. Our original discussion of the topic that I recall left the job of dealing with carpet disposal to ealdthryth because she had a much bigger window of time to drive over and get back than I do. However, food takes precedence over waste disposal in most cases, so it isn't a disaster. I'll simply have to rearrange my schedule to come home a little earlier than normal.
Last night, I initiated a callous on my finger by removing all the old carpet staples with a pair of pliers. It was easier than sticking a screwdriver under them and prying them up, but after an hour of this tedious activity, my hand was a bit sore--almost as sore as following a session of rewiring activity. Typing for a living doesn't do much for toughening up your hands.
Scabby Tabby Fu
Ignatius has been getting thwacked by another cat. We've found two bigger-than-a-mere-puncture-wound scabs on his back this week. I doubt if it is Kiera's work, and it might be Josie, but the most likely candidate is AElfgifu. Poor boy! Instead of being punctured twice a day by us, he is getting punctured by one of his "siblings".
sigh
Secure That Load
Someone utterly failed to secure their cargo this morning. A tractor-trailer and I both had to swerve (in opposite directions) to avoid a folding stepladder that was laying across two lanes of the Interstate this morning. I think I spotted the van that lost it--they were backing up along the shoulder of the road. I am really hoping all the other morning commuters managed to miss it--otherwise there will be a rather nasty-sounding news report later today. This is the second major potentially deadly object laying in the road that I've encountered in the last month. I find the trend disturbing.
Last night, I initiated a callous on my finger by removing all the old carpet staples with a pair of pliers. It was easier than sticking a screwdriver under them and prying them up, but after an hour of this tedious activity, my hand was a bit sore--almost as sore as following a session of rewiring activity. Typing for a living doesn't do much for toughening up your hands.
Scabby Tabby Fu
Ignatius has been getting thwacked by another cat. We've found two bigger-than-a-mere-puncture-wound scabs on his back this week. I doubt if it is Kiera's work, and it might be Josie, but the most likely candidate is AElfgifu. Poor boy! Instead of being punctured twice a day by us, he is getting punctured by one of his "siblings".
sigh
Secure That Load
Someone utterly failed to secure their cargo this morning. A tractor-trailer and I both had to swerve (in opposite directions) to avoid a folding stepladder that was laying across two lanes of the Interstate this morning. I think I spotted the van that lost it--they were backing up along the shoulder of the road. I am really hoping all the other morning commuters managed to miss it--otherwise there will be a rather nasty-sounding news report later today. This is the second major potentially deadly object laying in the road that I've encountered in the last month. I find the trend disturbing.