So, there he was wandering the aisles of the grocery store talking on the phone followed step for step by three little blonde kids with a huge pork loin slung over his shoulder.
Glitchy tech stuff
My Just For Fun website got a bit frustrating lately when GoDaddy had issues. I couldn’t work very well in the back end, because the interface was all funky. I think it needed a PHP update, but that became complicated when it wasn’t a two-click task. So, I migrated to SiteGround, where it immediately corrected itself. All this is probably invisible to the average reader (like I have a cast of thousands), but so annoying to me that it diverted me from JustForFun to Arrgghhh!
So last Friday seemed like kind of a putzy day to me, but when it ended, I realized I’d accomplished quite a bit. As everyone knows, the Success of a Day depends entirely upon how productive one has been, as in: ,Did I build a new bathroom? Did I canoe the entire Namekagon River? Did I pressure wash and refinish all the decks? Lay flooring in the entire house? Build a second story?
I finished up my PhotoShop class, took the exam, then made half a cushion. Right. Not a new bathroom, but more than expected.
This past winter, I found that the local library offers classes online through a vendor called Ed2Go. And they are VERY good. I first took the one called Adobe LightRoom, a program that helps with photograph workflow, sorting, searching and some editing. Then I took PhotoShop. I learned tons of useful stuff in both classes and will definitely take advantage of more of them next winter, since it requires burying my head in front of two monitors (at Libby’s that’s in the closet) which will never be done while the sun is shining and outdoors is calling.
So, I had a definite reason to go to Rice Lake today. I needed roof caulk (tar) to patch a hole in the Craic House roof.
No trip to RL is complete without a lot of thrifting, so I stopped in to the Restore and LOOK WHAT I FOUND!!
I told the checkout clerk that she should charge me double for the Ugly. I have no idea why these pieces of furniture were so incredibly popular in the 70’s, but They. Are. Everywhere.
Anyway, I found three cushions which I plan to recover. Re-cover. Cover again, since this style has no business being recovered.
Then to Vinny’s where I found THIS!
It’s just two cushions sitting on an upholstered hunk of plywood with casters as far as I can tell. I already have the fabric picked out for the cushions. The casters are a bit stubborn — they like to swivel, but not so good at rolling. So they’ll be changed out, too. By using vinyl, it can be used outdoors. Oh. I. Am. So. Lucky.
THEN, Goodwill gave up the goods on THIS:
The frame is super sturdy and will hold lots of yarn, pillows, blankets, laundry or children, if I’m so inclined, although there aren’t any of those around today.
All in all it was a great day shopping.
Has anything ever been wreaked besides havoc?
Sometimes when you’re shopping, nothing really jumps out at you. Other times, pretty much everything does, so much so that you need to call on a friend with a trucking company to come and help you haul it home. Today, I was in a rather frustrating store that was not only overcrowded with people — the aisles have never been wide enough for two carts passing in the night — but the shelves were so full that merchandise was falling off. At one point, while I was looking through stuff, my actions caused a whole avalanche to fall on the head of a stray 4-year-old who happened to be standing nearby. Fortunately, it was yarn, so no damage to either the child or the goods.
So there I was, making the decision on whether to fight my way through the next aisle or give it all up when THIS beckoned.
I grabbed it and went straight to the checkout. It was meant to be. And I was meant to leave with my loot.
Shopping is the thirstiest affair ever. I mean what is it about strolling the confines of any place of commerce that makes me stagger to the nearest bubbler and start slurping. Even when I think ahead and carry water, I drink the whole thing and STILL need a beer when I’m finished shopping. (Sometimes not even when I’m finished. If they served cold brew at Goodwill, I’d be first in line.)
I’ve become accustomed to being the only single 60-something woman in any tavern at half-past afternoon, so was surprised today when I marched into a new establishment and the only person at the bar was an around-my-age woman imbibing in a cold one. Being my subtle self, I asked if she was sitting at a bar in the middle of the afternoon ALONE!!?? to which she promptly replied that indeed she was. Also, she had rainbow colored hair. I am encouraged.
For a long time I’ve wanted to try my hand at knitting cables again. I finally found a YouTube video with instructions and here’s the result.
I made it an envelope so I can remove the cover to wash it, although I have no idea whether it’s washable or not, as I found the yarn in my stash with no label. Actually, I had made an infinity scarf from it when I first got back into knitting a couple of years ago. It was definitely infinite. When I put it on, it reached my feet. When I wrapped it around my neck a few times, my head was buried to the crown. Guess that’s why they say “check your gauge” all the time. Anyway, I de-raveled the scarf and made a pillow.
Doesn’t look like it to me.
I just finished a book by author Wilkie Collins (1824-1889)
Here he is checking his cellphone. Critics were right. He was ahead of his time.
So when the boys were little I had the worst time finding a toybox. In our Eau Claire house, it wasn’t much of a problem because I just started throwing everything into a big bottom drawer in the dining area. That worked out great. But when we moved to Trego, it became a Mission to find something that would contain Legos and GI Joe guys if for no other reason than that our feet were complaining of nocturnal ouches.
I finally found the ugliest box in the world, but it had potential. I did a cursory search for a picture from when I bought it — which I know I have — but can’t find it now. A simple pine box with a hinged lid. I removed the covering, upholstered the top with brown corduroy and that box served us well for storing toys and other items until last week.
That would be about 30 years. Yikes. It’s living in my bedroom now and wasn’t exactly fitting in with the decor.
So I painted it and reupholstered the top in a lighter color.