Halloween is liminal


Actually, too much happened today, so here’s a second post….

We had our final inspection, and passed.* Took something like three minutes. I guess he determined that we now had a roof and lacked a tree inside the house. Maybe it was more complicated than that, though….

It’s also my former favorite holiday. Not so much, now, and I’m not totally sure why. Maybe because so many kids are out there for the candy and their costumes are sometimes…absent. Of course, some years we get a couple of very cute, very little kids, very excited and apparently also thinking it’s an odd thing to be sent to the door of a stranger’s house while wearing a non-normal outfit, and being urged to say totally strange things and wait for candy.

Liminal. Welcome to the wider world, kidlets….

* This means we no longer have paperwork posted by our front door. Yippee! Thanks, Dick! BTW, the tree fell 11 May, the permit was issued 27 June, and now, on the eve of November, the house almost fixed—the contractor part; we still need “window treatments,” etc.

Decor <> music


Here’s the premise: your furniture has to match the music you play in that room. If you doubt your ability to make a good match, you can hire a personal music stylist create a playlist that does it for you….

This was my Grandmother’s sofa (but not her living room). She stretched out on it every afternoon after lunch and read Agatha Christie novels and the like, often with a blanket over her knees.

Her music choices (as I recall): classical, including lots of operas.

Now, our furniture/music. I can’t say whether they match or not. Probably not so much—heavily 70s music, but not entirely, and early 20th-C style furniture in the fancier living room, and undistinguished late 20th-C style well-used stuff in the family room….