If it ain't broke, don't fix it....
But if it's broke, then you fix it.
I had a virus shut down my computer at work today, and that opened a half dozen cans of worms in the last hour before I left. I had to stay late, but got it fixed but it caused other problems so my temp won't have a computer to use tomorrow.
I went to my old place and did some cleaning up upstairs, tossing the cat litter out in the trash, packing up all my cleaning supplies since they will be bringing their own tomorrow, and dumping the dirt from my backyard planters. The plants died, so no need bringing the dirt over. I seem to have enough dirt and dust here already.
Came home to find my kitchen sink has been leaking, turns out right through the middle section of the faucet, which now has to be replaced. Yippie skippie, I'm having fun. The boards under the sink are soaked, and it started running out at a dribble's pace onto the floor, so my rug was wet, too.
But when life gives you lemons, turn it into a science experiment about plants. This is the Dick Cheney doctrine, although for him it's more like when life gives you prisoners, turn it into a science experiment about torture.
I didn't observe anything relevant about torture under my sink, but I did find a fine example of "transpiration pull." You know how if you clip a stem from a plant and stick it in water, the stem will continue to pull water up inside it? Well, it works with cardboard, too.
It's funny how cardboard, being of tree, will soak liquid up inside it. I placed a box there this weekend when I moved in containing three cans of Raid bombs. Tonight it was wet from top to bottom. Or rather, from bottom to top. I had two boxes of Clorox mop pads under there, and their boxes also soaked water up. One box was stacked on the other, so the top box was absorbing water up through the cardboard from the bottom box. Transpiration pull of the dead, my friends.
Now, the mops themselves hadn't started absorbing water yet, thank the goddess of absorbency, and so I won't have to replace those.
But I am trudging on! I found the little clips to hold my shelves onto their shelving units, and I put together the two bookcases in my bedroom. I made lots of room for paperbacks on the deepest shelf because I really want to yank all my paperbacks back from storage. I can double stack them on those shelves, one in front of the other. While I have a lot here in the apartment already, boxed up, but I want more!
The good news about the sink is that I CAN do dishes since it isn't the outgoing pipes that are effected. It's just a drip from the faucet, so it is probably only happening when I'm running water.
The bad news is that now I have to do the dishes. Trudge on.
Question: What happened to all the dust from the dust bowl? Did they sweep it into some huge canyon that nobody talks about any more? We have the Grand Canyon, and Bryce Canyon, and countless other canyons that the great socialist-minded president Theodore Roosevelt saved for us, but perhaps his cousin Franklin, using Public Works dollars and Public Works workers, swept all the dust into some now-forgotten canyon. You know, half of China is disappearing right now (yes, an exaggeration) because they dammed up one river, perhaps lost to us out there in the middle of Kansas somewhere there's the vast, lost canyon to beat all canyon, the GargantuanHugemongousGranderThanGrandGrand Canyon, filled up with dust now, it's beauty hidden, it's contours forgotten to us all.
I had a virus shut down my computer at work today, and that opened a half dozen cans of worms in the last hour before I left. I had to stay late, but got it fixed but it caused other problems so my temp won't have a computer to use tomorrow.
I went to my old place and did some cleaning up upstairs, tossing the cat litter out in the trash, packing up all my cleaning supplies since they will be bringing their own tomorrow, and dumping the dirt from my backyard planters. The plants died, so no need bringing the dirt over. I seem to have enough dirt and dust here already.
Came home to find my kitchen sink has been leaking, turns out right through the middle section of the faucet, which now has to be replaced. Yippie skippie, I'm having fun. The boards under the sink are soaked, and it started running out at a dribble's pace onto the floor, so my rug was wet, too.
But when life gives you lemons, turn it into a science experiment about plants. This is the Dick Cheney doctrine, although for him it's more like when life gives you prisoners, turn it into a science experiment about torture.
I didn't observe anything relevant about torture under my sink, but I did find a fine example of "transpiration pull." You know how if you clip a stem from a plant and stick it in water, the stem will continue to pull water up inside it? Well, it works with cardboard, too.
It's funny how cardboard, being of tree, will soak liquid up inside it. I placed a box there this weekend when I moved in containing three cans of Raid bombs. Tonight it was wet from top to bottom. Or rather, from bottom to top. I had two boxes of Clorox mop pads under there, and their boxes also soaked water up. One box was stacked on the other, so the top box was absorbing water up through the cardboard from the bottom box. Transpiration pull of the dead, my friends.
Now, the mops themselves hadn't started absorbing water yet, thank the goddess of absorbency, and so I won't have to replace those.
But I am trudging on! I found the little clips to hold my shelves onto their shelving units, and I put together the two bookcases in my bedroom. I made lots of room for paperbacks on the deepest shelf because I really want to yank all my paperbacks back from storage. I can double stack them on those shelves, one in front of the other. While I have a lot here in the apartment already, boxed up, but I want more!
The good news about the sink is that I CAN do dishes since it isn't the outgoing pipes that are effected. It's just a drip from the faucet, so it is probably only happening when I'm running water.
The bad news is that now I have to do the dishes. Trudge on.
Question: What happened to all the dust from the dust bowl? Did they sweep it into some huge canyon that nobody talks about any more? We have the Grand Canyon, and Bryce Canyon, and countless other canyons that the great socialist-minded president Theodore Roosevelt saved for us, but perhaps his cousin Franklin, using Public Works dollars and Public Works workers, swept all the dust into some now-forgotten canyon. You know, half of China is disappearing right now (yes, an exaggeration) because they dammed up one river, perhaps lost to us out there in the middle of Kansas somewhere there's the vast, lost canyon to beat all canyon, the GargantuanHugemongousGranderThanGrandGrand Canyon, filled up with dust now, it's beauty hidden, it's contours forgotten to us all.