gee, I haven't been posting much of late
My online reticence may be related to the fact that I was sick for a few days and therefore had very little to write about, unless you want to hear tales of sore throats and coughing. I had to skip church on Sunday which was sad as always.
I did somehow manage to finish painting the half of the living room ceiling from which the popcorn texture was scraped last week (the other half still had furniture under it). Tonight I'm hoping to scrape the other half; priming and painting should follow shortly.
Then I get to move on to the walls, which will be painted...I don't know. Some sort of brownish shade that looks okay under the incredibly bright white light of a sun tunnel. I got yet more sample cans at Lowe's yesterday--the four I got a couple of months ago were all wretched failures. How many browns can there be? I know, I know, way too many.
Today is book club. My book club is really cool, possibly because the age range of the attendees is pretty wide. We have representatives of every decade from thirties to eighties. Every once in a while we get a young 20-something mom of a young child, though that hasn't happened much lately. We try to alternate non-fiction books with fiction. This month's book is Race Across Alaska by Libby Riddles; someone thought reading about the Iditarod might be good January reading. It was definitely an interesting story, though not the best writing I've ever read. After someone does a review, we all cram ourselves around the hostess's dining table and have lunch and gab.
Once a year we do book club in the evening and invite the men. Zoodada, who's enjoyed the two he's been to, asked why we don't invite the men more often. "Simple," I replied. "Most men would go absolutely nuts if they had to listen to our girly-chat on a regular basis." Judging by his stunned response, I guess that had never occurred to him.
Today I'm going to take the bus down to book club because I need to go straight to school afterwards. KosherTurkey finally has all systems up and running; he needs to show me how to use the computer program. Tomorrow KT is giving a presentation at Stanford and he's asked me to come along because it would be good for me to see his research talk. This will be cool. Of course, I could be paranoid and think that his real motivation is to try to convince me that I should apply to Stanford. (This is a joke between us--he still asks me when I'm going to do so, even though the deadline is long past.)
I did somehow manage to finish painting the half of the living room ceiling from which the popcorn texture was scraped last week (the other half still had furniture under it). Tonight I'm hoping to scrape the other half; priming and painting should follow shortly.
Then I get to move on to the walls, which will be painted...I don't know. Some sort of brownish shade that looks okay under the incredibly bright white light of a sun tunnel. I got yet more sample cans at Lowe's yesterday--the four I got a couple of months ago were all wretched failures. How many browns can there be? I know, I know, way too many.
Today is book club. My book club is really cool, possibly because the age range of the attendees is pretty wide. We have representatives of every decade from thirties to eighties. Every once in a while we get a young 20-something mom of a young child, though that hasn't happened much lately. We try to alternate non-fiction books with fiction. This month's book is Race Across Alaska by Libby Riddles; someone thought reading about the Iditarod might be good January reading. It was definitely an interesting story, though not the best writing I've ever read. After someone does a review, we all cram ourselves around the hostess's dining table and have lunch and gab.
Once a year we do book club in the evening and invite the men. Zoodada, who's enjoyed the two he's been to, asked why we don't invite the men more often. "Simple," I replied. "Most men would go absolutely nuts if they had to listen to our girly-chat on a regular basis." Judging by his stunned response, I guess that had never occurred to him.
Today I'm going to take the bus down to book club because I need to go straight to school afterwards. KosherTurkey finally has all systems up and running; he needs to show me how to use the computer program. Tomorrow KT is giving a presentation at Stanford and he's asked me to come along because it would be good for me to see his research talk. This will be cool. Of course, I could be paranoid and think that his real motivation is to try to convince me that I should apply to Stanford. (This is a joke between us--he still asks me when I'm going to do so, even though the deadline is long past.)