Submitted by Nancy Pancake
My sentiments exactly
I haven't posted anything political here lately because
I have ruminated on it - too much, possibly - but have not been able to come up with Just The Right Words. But today I see that one of my blogger-stalkees, Mimi Smartypants, has said it Just Right:
So if you really, really need me, I'll be here, under the covers, playing "if I can't see you, you can't see me."
So if you really, really need me, I'll be here, under the covers, playing "if I can't see you, you can't see me."
This is what happens when you think you're finished but then you remember you are a perfectionist
Faces
This is a new feature on My Geminiacal Life. Not a new feature IN my Geminiacal life, but I've decided to begin keeping these here. So there.
Pareidolia is a type of apophenia. It's fun, and I have non-suffered from it my entire life. Here for your enjoyment is my most recent collection. I've added a little something to each one in case you don't have the same condition I do.
Please do not scroll down if you are easily offended. I cannot be held morally responsible for what my brain sees when I look at these objects...or pretty much for anything else in my life.
Pareidolia is a type of apophenia. It's fun, and I have non-suffered from it my entire life. Here for your enjoyment is my most recent collection. I've added a little something to each one in case you don't have the same condition I do.
Please do not scroll down if you are easily offended. I cannot be held morally responsible for what my brain sees when I look at these objects...or pretty much for anything else in my life.
Pilgrim's Progress (which was surely slow since they didn't have cars back then)
I've spent the past couple of weeks using wood putty and sandpaper to
nurse the existing trim boards around the doors and cupboards in the
hallway back into some semblance of non-shittiness. There were four we
just HAD to remove because the tiny bit of wall space around them would
have just been too difficult to work on, but I didn't want to replace
more trim than absolutely necessary. So I've ever-so-slowly been
re-molding the moulding.
At one point, I encountered a nail that had worked its way out. I tenderly tapped it back in with a hammer and the trim board suddenly split from the floor to about 10 inches up. After evening rumination, I decided I could fix that too. Sorry I didn't take a before pic, but the after shows that
I'll post another after it's painted. Hopefully the repair will be invisible.
Having completed that, and all the sanding to follow, and all the wipe-down and vacuuming following that, I spent two days applying the primer. It had to be split into two days because of all the up-and-down on the ladder. My stupid broken body just couldn't complete the job in one day but eventually it got done. Then...
Thanks to the primer, I could then see every spot that was still sub-par. Try as I might to accept mediocrity, I just can't. As it turns out, Steve admitted he did THREE coats of mud in his "little room" whereas I only had TWO coats on the hall before priming. Yesterday I mixed up a new batch of mud and went after it again.
At one point, I encountered a nail that had worked its way out. I tenderly tapped it back in with a hammer and the trim board suddenly split from the floor to about 10 inches up. After evening rumination, I decided I could fix that too. Sorry I didn't take a before pic, but the after shows that
I can build an entire perfect house from wood putty!
I'll post another after it's painted. Hopefully the repair will be invisible.
Having completed that, and all the sanding to follow, and all the wipe-down and vacuuming following that, I spent two days applying the primer. It had to be split into two days because of all the up-and-down on the ladder. My stupid broken body just couldn't complete the job in one day but eventually it got done. Then...
Thanks to the primer, I could then see every spot that was still sub-par. Try as I might to accept mediocrity, I just can't. As it turns out, Steve admitted he did THREE coats of mud in his "little room" whereas I only had TWO coats on the hall before priming. Yesterday I mixed up a new batch of mud and went after it again.
Fall is in the air and Satan is in my car
The weather has begun to turn. After "triple digit temps" last weekend, we've had rain, overcast and chill the past few days. Naturally this means I must make applesauce cake.
Applesauce Cake
Ingredients:
1/2 cup Crisco
2 eggs
15 oz. unsweetened applesauce
1-1/2 cup sugar
2 cups all-purpose flour
1 teaspoon baking soda
1 teaspoon allspice
1 teaspoon ground cloves
2 tablespoons powdered baking chocolate
2 tablespoons cinnamon
a veritable butt-load of raisins
Directions:
Grease andflour sugar a square cake pan (or 2 loaf pans or muffin tins or whatever else floats your boat). Mix shortening, eggs, applesauce and sugar together until well blended but still lumpy. Sift on top the remaining ingredients except raisins. Fold until well blended. Stir in raisins. Bake at 350 F for 50 minutes or until toothpick comes out clean. Serve naked.
My car is surely possessed
It's doing that thing where it doesn't make that clunk when I take the mechanic for a little joy-ride, so he says it's no big deal. Meanwhile, I believe I received a sign.
Uber-Goober
In spite of that, to save the cost and hassle of a rental, I loaned Lainie my car while she was in CA for a week. She came down to accompany me, Steve and Margaret to Marshall and Judy's 50th Wedding Anniversary party. I was their flower girl when they married in 1968. Don't do the math.
From the party, Lainie accompanied Ma and Cory back to Modesto, and then I drove down to pick her up on Monday. We had a nice lunch (unfortunately Cory was working at the time) before schlepping back to Sac. It was at the cafe that Ma tried to get a nice posed shot of us together and we pissed her off with this:
Not a lot of obvious progress, but fun instead
The mudding, sanding, lather-rinse-repeat continues in the hallway. This ball is in Steve's court and I am unable to help or proceed with paint or flooring until he completes the work to his perfectionist standards. (Thank goddess for his perfectionist standards.)
Even after his diligent curtaining-off of the hallway, plus vacuuming and flat-surface-wiping, there is a thin layer of dust all over EVERYthing in the house. EVERYthing, I tell you. I'm trying hard not to stress out about it but it makes my OCD itch.
Debbi came to Sac over the weekend. We originally scheduled her visit so she could help me play with glue goo and put down paper flooring, but since the hall isn't ready for that yet she and I were forced to shop, chitty-chat, eat, drink and lounge. Oh, woe.
Applesauce Cake
Ingredients:
1/2 cup Crisco
2 eggs
15 oz. unsweetened applesauce
1-1/2 cup sugar
2 cups all-purpose flour
1 teaspoon baking soda
1 teaspoon allspice
1 teaspoon ground cloves
2 tablespoons powdered baking chocolate
2 tablespoons cinnamon
a veritable butt-load of raisins
Directions:
Grease and
My car is surely possessed
It's doing that thing where it doesn't make that clunk when I take the mechanic for a little joy-ride, so he says it's no big deal. Meanwhile, I believe I received a sign.
Uber-Goober
In spite of that, to save the cost and hassle of a rental, I loaned Lainie my car while she was in CA for a week. She came down to accompany me, Steve and Margaret to Marshall and Judy's 50th Wedding Anniversary party. I was their flower girl when they married in 1968. Don't do the math.
This photo of my late father's wives is evidence that
my propensity for befriending exes runs in the family.
From the party, Lainie accompanied Ma and Cory back to Modesto, and then I drove down to pick her up on Monday. We had a nice lunch (unfortunately Cory was working at the time) before schlepping back to Sac. It was at the cafe that Ma tried to get a nice posed shot of us together and we pissed her off with this:
She hates it when we ham for the camera
Not a lot of obvious progress, but fun instead
The mudding, sanding, lather-rinse-repeat continues in the hallway. This ball is in Steve's court and I am unable to help or proceed with paint or flooring until he completes the work to his perfectionist standards. (Thank goddess for his perfectionist standards.)
Even after his diligent curtaining-off of the hallway, plus vacuuming and flat-surface-wiping, there is a thin layer of dust all over EVERYthing in the house. EVERYthing, I tell you. I'm trying hard not to stress out about it but it makes my OCD itch.
Debbi came to Sac over the weekend. We originally scheduled her visit so she could help me play with glue goo and put down paper flooring, but since the hall isn't ready for that yet she and I were forced to shop, chitty-chat, eat, drink and lounge. Oh, woe.
Ain't we hot for a couple of old broads
Franky, Winnie and Katy
We did another Doobert run yesterday. Oh my stars, it takes quite some effort not to bond with these adorable, sweet pups, even in the short time they are in our care.
If she could have, she would have been purring.
Left to right: Winnie, Franky, Katy
Makin' Messes - It's What I Do
Tyvek-type fabric was used to protect the (dismantled) light fixtures from the mess. I didn't want to completely remove them because we'll need the light to work in this dark space.
The sky continued to fall. (It didn't really take that long at all; I just wanted to give credit where credit was due.)
Afterward it looked like a bird had pooped down the front of the linen cupboard.
The chair rail is now gone. The hallway was the only placed in the house with chair rail, and why? No one puts chairs in the hallway.
Popcorn was everywhere!!!
Bailey was somewhat flummoxed.
Since two of the doors that open to the hall have already been refinished, and since we discovered what a mess happened in the linen cupboard when we started this work without protecting it, we decided to wrap that cupboard and the two finished doors before proceeding. Brilliant.
So now the ball is in Steve's court. He will start sanding, mudding, sanding, mudding and sanding the ceiling and walls. I won't start the floor until that's all done and painted but I have at least one and maybe two volunteers to help with the papering. Which is vastly appreciated since my feeb self breaks for 3 days if I spend longer than about 15 minutes crouched on the ground.
The sky continued to fall. (It didn't really take that long at all; I just wanted to give credit where credit was due.)
Afterward it looked like a bird had pooped down the front of the linen cupboard.
The chair rail is now gone. The hallway was the only placed in the house with chair rail, and why? No one puts chairs in the hallway.
Popcorn was everywhere!!!
Bailey was somewhat flummoxed.
Since two of the doors that open to the hall have already been refinished, and since we discovered what a mess happened in the linen cupboard when we started this work without protecting it, we decided to wrap that cupboard and the two finished doors before proceeding. Brilliant.
So now the ball is in Steve's court. He will start sanding, mudding, sanding, mudding and sanding the ceiling and walls. I won't start the floor until that's all done and painted but I have at least one and maybe two volunteers to help with the papering. Which is vastly appreciated since my feeb self breaks for 3 days if I spend longer than about 15 minutes crouched on the ground.
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