Pools and Paints and Golden Age Mystery Authors

Jul 06, 2008 23:49

So our pool was overflowing this morning. It turns out that there is a little device that is like the thing on the back of a toilet that keeps the water at a constant level in the pool and ours was broke. Patrick took it apart and discovered that not only is the device like the thing from the toilet, it is actually the same thing. He made a trip to Lowes and fixed it for less than 13 dollars. My husband is a very clever monkey. A very clever monkey indeed. The cats will be pissed when the water level falls and they have to bend over to drink from the pool again, but sometimes these things happen.

And the holiday weekend is over.

I have been painting color swatches of the Green Planet clay paint samples in the living room and the family room. the past couple of days. Aztec would make a really stunning accent wall, and Oat has a soft sheen to it that is lovely both during the day and at night as well. It is a warmer neutral than the one we have been living with since we moved into the house. I ordered three more samples, but I already know that I will be buying at least a couple gallons of Oat. The paints are zero VOC and the quality is amazing. It is going to be a pleasure to put these paints on my poor neglected walls. I have high hopes for Curry, Puma and Adobada. Once I see them I will make my final choices.

We finally watched the Agatha Christie episode of Dr. Who this evening. I loved the actress they got to play her, and I thought that the way they worked her famous disappearance into the episode was just brilliant. Patrick and I got a kick out of them throwing all the titles of her future novels into the conversation, and I laughed out loud when Donna mentioned Miss Marple. This episode was a real treat for someone like me who has read all of Dame Agatha's novels, her biographies and her autobiography. She was an amazing woman and one of my own personal heroines. I think that they did her justice in this episode. Like Donna, I had tears in my eyes at the end. How is it possible that someone that brilliant and talented could have never known it herself? She was shy, and humble, and she went to her grave thinking herself not that great a writer. I was so delighted to see the admiration shining in the Doctor's eyes when he looked at her. The Doctor knows quality when he sees it.
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