Avid readers might remember that they "remodeled" the place.
Underwhelming in the extreme.
Ya see, certain people do certain things.... a kitchen cabinet guy might install prefab-cabinets.
An appliance guy might replace an appliance, a painter paints, and so on.
Ya see, certain people do certain things.... a kitchen cabinet guy might install prefab-cabinets.
An appliance guy might replace an appliance, a painter paints, and so on.
If there were an overall "contractor" for these widely diverse fields,
he was called away to Bombay that day.
So the cabinet-guy installed a couple prefabs, ignoring the rest of the dilapidated set.
The painter painted.
The floor guy (my hero) floored.
Biggie holes were ignored (not being a cabinet, a floor, or something to paint)
The painter painted.
The floor guy (my hero) floored.
Biggie holes were ignored (not being a cabinet, a floor, or something to paint)
And now it's up to me to complain and risk the ire of the rent-gods.
O.
The furniture and the slobby clothes, old containers and broken small-appliances, were dutifully placed in plastic bags.
I consider this a mixed blessing.
They won't replace my moldy-oldies but they're easier to throw away.
Pretend to be a monk and discard ALL the plastic bags?
No thank you.
I squirrel through the bags and try to recreate my past life here.
I consider this a mixed blessing.
They won't replace my moldy-oldies but they're easier to throw away.
Pretend to be a monk and discard ALL the plastic bags?
No thank you.
I squirrel through the bags and try to recreate my past life here.
(Did I REALLY own that many headphones? OMG, how wasteful)
I can't find my Wall-clock!
It's off to amazon, to order one.
The old wall-clock, being acutely aware of the time, will doubtless reappear when the new clock gets here.
(Phone-clocks are too small to read, and I can't see my watch in the dark)
The old wall-clock, being acutely aware of the time, will doubtless reappear when the new clock gets here.
(Phone-clocks are too small to read, and I can't see my watch in the dark)
TV-clocks have been known to lie to me, and getting up to boot the behemoth....is too much trouble.
So yes, We welcome you, clock of the future, long may you live (I hope)
Do I presume the debt will drop (the headphone debt) Or, that spending every last cent on Amazon's loan company is fruitless, Because they will only want more?
"The debt you will always have with you" but that dosn't stop me from coveting bigger, better stuff.
Until, as a neighbor quipped, buying a hamburger will be too costly.
"The debt you will always have with you" but that dosn't stop me from coveting bigger, better stuff.
Until, as a neighbor quipped, buying a hamburger will be too costly.
"The debt will be with you always, but Black Friday is nearly gone"
Decisions, decisions.
"Is that a sale I see before me?"
"Is that a sale I see before me?"
The internet generally is immersed in tales of the perfect pot roast.
It must be seared, some say.
It must be soaked (in vinegar,) say others.
I just looked it up.
A famous author says, searing is unnecessary when slow cooking.
And AI wisdom says, soaking the meat in vinegar ruins it.
Instead, dump the salted thing into broth and vinegar and slow-cook.
Yes, I must follow that advice because any extra spices like garlic and onions can ruin it for my stomach, although I wish I'd remembered to buy potatoes, carrots or squash.
It's just you and me, meat.
It's just you and me, meat.
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