masked bobby

noodles bread noodles coffeecake bread

The way I'm suddenly only into carbs, with carbs on the side and carbs as a chaser, reminds me of the old running joke Barry and I had about stretching the meat--- like making it into meatloaf, and then making meatloaf sandwiches, and then making a casserole out of the meatloaf sandwiches, and then serving some meatloaf sandwich casserole on top of spaghetti, and then rolling some meatloaf sandwich casserole spaghetti up in a tortilla--- okay we never did that one specifically cuz tortillas weren't super-common in our world, but if we had we mighta sliced up that burrito and layered it in a dish with cheese between the layers, and then pureed that resulting hot dish to use as filling in tortellini, and ... you get the idea.

Interesting that it was mostly carbs we would think of to stretch the meat.  And it was gross, but not as gross as it would be to stretch carbs with ever-increasing and various meats.

Get me back to the night

Cuz I love that night.  Back to the night.

I did get up in the 6:00 hour, and have taken a walk, with actual sneakers on (I still call them "tennis shoes" in my head) (I understand they are "trainers" to some, and who knows what-all else to others).  It only got down to 77 in the living room overnight, and somehow had ticked up to 78 soon after I got up, tho the air I was still encouraging in from outside was supposedly only 72.  The humidity?  86%.  Chance I will go in the air-conditioned Jeep today, maybe to an air-conditioned store?  86%.  Part of me that is ready for the wave to break, with some rain, in maybe 36-ish hours now?  > 86%.

My plan is to get in the shower in another hour or three, and then sleep through the part of the day Noel Coward said only mad dogs and Englishmen go out in.  Maybe Target today, and Busch's tomorrow.  Don't know.  I feel the fuzzy-headedness of the heavy-air warmth settling over the sleepy me.

Didn't mention yesterday that organic guy said there were a hundred flies in my garage.  That explains the fly or two that have gotten into the house and amused the cat so much.  Guy's theory:  something dead, or some kind of poop, in the garage.  The neighborhood stray cats do hang out there, so I'm hoping it's just cat poop.  Anyhow I'm in no great hurry to go rustling around to find out.  That's a task for a cooler time/head.

The internet was out for a while at around 2 in the morning.  This time it was through chat with Anmol that I got it going again.  I didn't even try to curtail the extraneous asking how I am doing and such, as it only prolongs the digressions, and I'm sure the workers have their annoying instructions along those lines.

Back to the editing.  The computer is probably hoping I'll take a nap, too, so it can.
masked bobby

Bow Tie Tuesday

Two days to go to until the days start cooling off again, a little, for a little.

I tried to get up way early again--- yesterday I was up from 6 a.m. on, for a good while.  Took a walk before starting work, which I did before 7.  Crazy.  Today I did get up to close the windows but couldn't seem to get awake enough to work.  So I was asleep when the expensive organic people came to yank up stuff in my back yard.  They did good.  It's hard to face how much work this place needs, but this was the right move.  Blew most of my gov'ment handout, but, hey.  It was still something.

The bow tie today matches the company shirt, adapted, after its shoulder damage in the dryer, to summer stuck at home without a/c.

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I'm not trying to look sexy.  I'm trying to remember to look down at the lens, cuz the phone's upside-down.  I just look super-sexy (and weirdly blurry-/cross-eyed) by accident.  :-D

I need a new (small or) cut down shower curtain for the window in the bathroom that has the trellis outside, cuz I had 'em pull the whole freakin' trumpet vine out.  It made a nice visual block, even when overgrown, from inside, but it grows up the roof like crazy, which is a pain to keep after, on a ladder, and the organic guy told me many negatives about having things growing against the house like that.

Now I'm beginning to think about the new deck I could have back there.  It could happen.  Yes, there are repairs to the house needed, and painting, and the garage at least may have lead paint on it (guy told me I can test that myself pretty cheaply), so even tho it's a tear-down it might make sense to keep painting its carcass anyway.  BUT none of that means I can't start imagining my new deck.  If I don't get laid off.  And I get more yard stuff done.  And I stay alive a while longer.

So back to the shower curtain, I want something translucent but sorta dark and colorful in a way that appeals to me, but this isn't such an easy set of characteristics to track down via the interwebs, as it's hard to tell online how much light gets through many options.  I wouldn't care about the not letting too much light through if it weren't a freakin' heat wave.  But also in theory there may be times people will be on the deck and a person or more than one person will be in the bathroom in a stage of undress and/or indisposédness, and thus probably wanting privacy from the gaze of the deck people.  This is all in some crazy fictional-sounding future in which there could be lotsa people around here and no one worrying about anybody infecting anybody with something that among other things might tho it probably wouldn't cause dozens of dastardly blood clots that either kill you or at least leave you with lingering nastiness indefinitely.

Also I should re-tile that room.  With real tile, not plastic tile that chips off and makes the cat want to chew on it.

When will my kitchen turn pink and white, tho?  Will I re-re-paint the peeling bathroom ceiling?  Seems like I ought.

So much to imagine doing, outside of anatomy class, step work, games, Spanish lessons....  Yet I am a rational person who obviously doesn't believe that I'm jinxing myself somehow by imagining, or by, maybe, even (dare I say it?) --- doing the H word.
masked bobby

Blesséd nightfall

Still at the beginning of the heat wave. No one started this heat wave by making their seat wave.

I struggled to my feet just after dawn. 'Twas a great time to be in air. I hope I'll do that again tomorrow. But I'm going to be up in the night, too, a lot, I hope. The relief!

I'm still somewhat trapped in the box, but less so when the sun's been down a while, or not yet been up for long.