We've been in contact with the folks who own the barn/property. Farmer Johnson (Jimmy Johnson) is doing okay. Nasty headache, mild concussion. Mending. They called Jerry Jones (I am NOT making this up--and given how Himself felt about the Cowboys, it's really funny) to come over [maybe tomorrow] to see about getting our water back. So that is ( Read more... )

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So, I have to figure out a way to install the chain lock on the attic door (which doesn't really close--it either jams or pops open: pick one) in such a way that you can actually attach the chain in the slide, but have the door not open far enough for a cat to slip through.

I swear our cats can do that T2 
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Of course, I hear those words in John Lodge's voice, and think, how appropriate--it is, after all, Tuesday afternoon. (Yeah, I can't help it, I see album playlists in my sleep. I'm one of those anal retentive types whose LP collections were alphabetized by artist, but each artist was organized by album release date. Deal with it. And I always loved ( Read more... )

So, Duchezz has had a day full of fail.
Jiro "hydrated" her Millefleur throw.
She broke the travel cup I gave her for Christmas (which she loved).
She ran late and had to miss her kickboxing class.

So she came home early. Went to get her wet laundry and put it on the line. Except she programmed it fine to start sometime this afternoon, but failed to ( Read more... )

The widowmaker that has been in the maple tree at the head of the drive since we bought the house (1996) finally fell last night, on the uninhabited side of the drive. All cars, pets, and humans are safe.

Man, that sucker was big!

So, we had a plan, agreed upon Thursday, confirmed Friday. After an OES rehearsal this morning we were going to either El Canelo or The Balkan for lunch, go to Lowe's and/or Home Depot to acquire needed items. And then, most importantly, heading to the theatre to watch The Fast and the Furious: New Model, Original PartsBut, well, the dogs. Were the ( Read more... )

And lo, there was washing.
And drying.
No platforms (were smashed inside box--WTF?), but will come at a later date.

And there was much rejoicing.

The washing machine, that is. After nearly 20 years of loyal service. Owes us nothing, but it is still inconvenient ( Read more... )