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Help help I woke up at 6 AM for no reason. It is possible I am developing familial morning insomnia. My grandfather used to (still may!) listen to Art Bell and the radio call-in crazies in the middle of the night, and my mother routinely gets up at 4 AM and putters around and writes incoherent emails to her children. If you see me online at 4 AM, please shoot me.
I did a bit of craphounding yesterday, and picked up ramekins ($1 for 4!) and some scarves down the street, and then hit a new-to-me used furniture place and ended up spending an hour chatting with the owner, a didactic semi-retired financial guy whose craphounding hobby he turned into a side-business. While there, I listened to him talk a couple out of buying a particular piece (he pointed out the two-panel construction of a cabinet door, and explained it's an historical piece but not sturdy enough for hard wear-and-tear), and he just had to show me his wood-polishing goo and what wonders it could work. He seemed like that funny cathexys of lonely and nerdy, and it wasn't too much skin off my nose to indulge his larning me. At any rate, he's got a 1920s "armoire" (one of those cabinets where only the middle is glass, one drawer underneath) which I will probably scoop up as soon as its door is located (currently in the custody of an errant -- possibly missing -- handyman), and he's got big mirrors galore, so I'll be back.
Anyway, he was delighted to have someone to larn, and he had a lot of excellent crap, most of it the solid old stuff that you couldn't destroy with a fire-ax. He also had a gorgeous art-deco mantel clock which wasn't working, but he has a clock guy who might take a look at it next week.
Beets going into the garden today, along with beans. (Sprouted) cukes and tomatoes next week, I think. I bought two dark-red daylilies for the front garden, plus a pack of blue lobelias, and carried them home in my arms (heavy) thinking in Latin names: hemerocallis, lobelia, aquilegia (columbine), achillea (yarrow), oxalis. That last, oxalis, I swear is the same stuff I grew up calling pickle clover, and a weed. (Pickle clover because it looks like clover and tastes like sour pickles. Wikipedia reports that people who don't call it sourgrass call it wood sorrel.) Anyway, the plant store was selling oxalis in sixpacks, like any dmesticated flower, and I was like, wait, people pay for weeds now?
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I did a bit of craphounding yesterday, and picked up ramekins ($1 for 4!) and some scarves down the street, and then hit a new-to-me used furniture place and ended up spending an hour chatting with the owner, a didactic semi-retired financial guy whose craphounding hobby he turned into a side-business. While there, I listened to him talk a couple out of buying a particular piece (he pointed out the two-panel construction of a cabinet door, and explained it's an historical piece but not sturdy enough for hard wear-and-tear), and he just had to show me his wood-polishing goo and what wonders it could work. He seemed like that funny cathexys of lonely and nerdy, and it wasn't too much skin off my nose to indulge his larning me. At any rate, he's got a 1920s "armoire" (one of those cabinets where only the middle is glass, one drawer underneath) which I will probably scoop up as soon as its door is located (currently in the custody of an errant -- possibly missing -- handyman), and he's got big mirrors galore, so I'll be back.
Anyway, he was delighted to have someone to larn, and he had a lot of excellent crap, most of it the solid old stuff that you couldn't destroy with a fire-ax. He also had a gorgeous art-deco mantel clock which wasn't working, but he has a clock guy who might take a look at it next week.
Beets going into the garden today, along with beans. (Sprouted) cukes and tomatoes next week, I think. I bought two dark-red daylilies for the front garden, plus a pack of blue lobelias, and carried them home in my arms (heavy) thinking in Latin names: hemerocallis, lobelia, aquilegia (columbine), achillea (yarrow), oxalis. That last, oxalis, I swear is the same stuff I grew up calling pickle clover, and a weed. (Pickle clover because it looks like clover and tastes like sour pickles. Wikipedia reports that people who don't call it sourgrass call it wood sorrel.) Anyway, the plant store was selling oxalis in sixpacks, like any dmesticated flower, and I was like, wait, people pay for weeds now?
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