WEEK 19 2009
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17 March 2002
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- so, a day of doing an errand, sleeping, doing a chore, napping, and
Not a lot got done, except when people showed up and made me work. The
handyman showed Friday up to take the slash pile, so I helped him with
that, then we looked at the engine in his truck and discussed what part
of the antique early generation electronic fuel injection was bad. I
said I'd make a pile of old computers and electronic stuff for him to
take to the toxic waste place today. Then, after I'd made the pile, I
realized that it was the wrong weekend, and had to move it all out to
the side yard to wait for next weekend.
Some other friends showed up in the evening, looking at houses in the
neighborhood. They'd been looking at the 1400 sq. ft. one stories, but
were intrigued by a foreclosed two story, on a cul de sac the next
Book #17 was
Call, by Tim Powers. It's classic Tim Powers fantasy, dark
but gritty, this with a Fisher King plot. I actually read the sequel, Three
Days to Nowhere, last year, and picked up this used paperback copy at Bay Books in Concord when I was up there last week. Recommended.
Friday 8 May
- on the road, back to Lancaster. Feeling pretty tired.
While up at Dads place he called me in from another part of the house
to the front room. Peg was looking excited, if a bit puzzled. We often
refer to her at 'the lizard hound' for her dedication to tracking them
down, out in the yard. Now, for some unknown reason - but to her
delight - there was one in the front room, under the TV cabinet. After
locking Peg in a bedroom (not
to her delight - I had to pick her up and carry her there!) I was able
to capture the lizard in a small throw rug and put it outside.
Lizards feel dry and smooth to the touch, much like snakes-
- the meeting went OK, and I put in a few hours work.
Wednesday 6_May 2009
- I had an errand in San Francisco, dropping things off &
things up from a friends daughter. She'd just moved and needed different
household items. The GPS took me there perfectly - though there were no
numbers on the buildings, an egregious violation of fire codes - but
sent me home via Market St. Sheesh. I really need to look at the route
before I accept it - two miles on Market probably took a half hour of
dodging suicidal pedestrians and homicidal bus drivers.
In the early evening it was down to Ventura, I've a meeting with the
boss in the morning.
Tuesday 5_May 2009
- I decided to to a bit of painting.
The small bedroom is cleaner and neater than it's been in years,
courtesy of my sister, but after my brother and I did a bit more work -
carrying the overlarge stereo cabinet out, and getting rid of other
debris, it was clear that the walls were in distress. It seems that it
hadn't been painted in at least 15 years, perhaps longer. So I removed
all the furniture and belongings, the drapes, cleared away the fixture
plates, and bought a gallon of flat white.
Since it had been flat white it covered well, with a little bit left
over for touch ups later. But although it was latex it took forever to dry -
the humidity was very high, perhaps 80%, and that was probably the
Since the curtains my sister had installed were rose (scarlet?) I
suggested to my sister that she paint the trim a similar color. It may
be too much red, however.
Monday 4_May 2009
- gloomy weather, grey and overcast, drizzling occasionally.
It's sort of nice, actually.
- not much to say, hung out with the family, relaxed a bit.
Book #16 was
by Patrick O'Brian, audio cassettes finished on the drive up
north. This is book #8 in the Aubrey/Maturin series, and entertaining