Tuesday, 15 February 2022
I tackled, in a limited manner, window-washing today, and managed to clean inside and out of the three largest downstairs (public area) windows. I used soap-and-water initially (this stuff) to get the worst of it off (or loosened)…followed by a typical window-washing mixture…for shine?….
Monday, 14 February 2022
I’m promoting a non-religious revision of today’s holiday, rather like Festivus is to Christmas…since I’m not a Catholic and don’t believe in Catholic-fanatical saints. So: Happy Twizzle-day!
Can you tell the Olympics free-dance skaters are busy on the big(ger) screen in front of me. Yay: Chock and Bates (who?).
Sunday, 13 February 2022
I meant to write about this yesterday…I happened be on the same street as an AmazonPrime delivery truck. I counted nine deliveries over perhaps a third of a mile, most of that with houses on only one side. And, is it no surprise that Amazon’s upping their annual fee?
Saturday, 12 February 2022
And all you taxpayers out there. We received our government nasal swab covid tests.
Friday, 11 February 2022
The public air is near-brimming with talk about sporting events, most with snow or ice, except for the one in LA; however, I am distracted by the situation in Ukraine.
Olympic curling stones are two kinds of rock, both from a tiny island, a pluton, off the coast of southwest Scotland. The island’s modern Gaelic name, Aillse Creag, means fairy rock. The title? I’m just kidding.
Tuesday, 8 February 2022
I was so focused on the sun-lit golden beech leaves hanging on, as they do, that I missed the (probably privet) branch boldly sneaking into the frame from the left.
Friday, 4 February 2022
This Brit phrasing worked/works for today. All day the temp dropped. It was breezy then windy. And the morning’s intermittent drizzle finally ended late afternoon. Unless you were immersed in [fiction] [something else], weather likely dominated your psyche and awareness.
Thursday, 3 February 2022
More That Corner news: those excavators seemed like birds watching over their nest, the deep square-cornered excavation under the steel plate. And another wrapped-up-against-the-elements jacketed pump.
Wednesday, 2 February 2022
I discovered that this afternoon the work-folk had moved their destruction locus to the front of the fire-station. I was lucky in that the machine operator was taking a break, and I passed by enjoying blissful silence. I never quite understood the function of this little porch that was either too hot or too cold to sit on. And the wee step, in today’s world, might be considered dangerous and a boundary to access (not axis—doncha love homonyms). Looks like it’ll be gone…very soon.
Tuesday, 1 February 2022
A different construction site: rehab in a nearby firehouse and its back parking lot. I wonder what furniture etc is stashed in the storage containers…bunk beds?