I was setting out cots this afternoon and came across an order to stop a hit.
Whew. I feel my ‘no play weapons’ policy is really paying off.
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Our previous previous art teacher at Lincoln Lutheran, Donna Willet, always had a little cut out of the Mona Lisa peeking over one of the bulletin boards in the art room. Donna’s retired from teaching about four years ago and the cut out came down. I got tired of not seeing it and finally got around to doing something about it.
There are lots of famous paintings and lots of classrooms at school. I’m thinking about art bombing the place. Anyone have suggestions?
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I had a meeting last night and forgot to make a post afterward. Ummm… what can I say? It’s almost cold enough for Lloyd to turn on the heat, but I don’t know what he’s talking about. The thermostat says it’s 62 in here. Isn’t that warm enough?
There. I have written words.
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I am not political. At the time of this writing I don’t know who won the election, but I won’t be thrilled either way. What I do worry about is that the ugliness of the past year will most likely continue, and that makes me …. sad? Despondent? Apathetic? I don’t know the feeling, I just pray that we return to some kind of civil discourse or something.
Bleh.
By the way, no political opinions here, just tell me what you had for dinner last night. I had a chicken wrap from Runza and a twist cone. God bless twist cones!
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Dang it, Lloyd. Why you gotta get all the genius credit?
On Friday I was determined to finally get some stairs for the toddler bathroom either made or ordered. One side has an old set, but the other side has been making do with just a little stepstool. When Lloyd came to pick me up we chatted about how in a perfect world, I’d really like to do something that would slide in and out of the little cubby space instead of having to drag the steps.
Well, on Saturday we went to an auction, and while I dismissed everything there as stupid garbage, he pointed out some big squares. “What?” I asked.
“They do this,” he said, and slid them back and forth.
They were perfect!!
Use your foot to pull….
Bingo!
I bracketed them on with L-brackets, because this project needed to be Laurened up.
The other side? Well, the slider is there, and I finally found a place that just sells stairs and it’s ordered, but until it arrives…
Ugly, but servicable.
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We’ve had bad luck with can openers over the years at the CDC. We open so, so many cans and they wear out quickly. We’ve had hand-crank models, electric, the kind that cuts a smooth lip, and the old-timey army model. (That one is actually the most reliable.) Once Lloyd and I were at a surplus auction and they had one of those serious hand-cranked models, so we bought it. There was no base, though, and no place to put it at the old place.
The new place has plenty of room, though, so I bought a base. Then I looked at the blade of the opener and saw that it was all nicked up. “That’s ok. I have a whetstone!” It took a lot of looking – and eventually I had to ask Lloyd where it was. (In the knife drawer of all places. I never would have looked there. I’m not very bright.) Anyway, I did that whetstone thing you do, and….
Shazaam! Installed! I was so excited I looked around for something to open. This is a big ol’ can of ketchup and I was very happy to open it and refill the ketchup bottles. Oh, lovely opener, how I admire your strength.
Now…. there is a terrible can opener that lives in the church kitchen. You’re next, mister. There’s got to be metal underneath all that rust.
Update: There was. It looks great now. No photo yet.