Where to start? I guess with the Doorman. I tried really hard to get a picture of this guy, but it really would have been in poor taste to just blatantly snap his picture and I wasn't able to pull off a hidden camera shot, so imagine if you will a doorman like you might see outside the Waldorf Astoria - gray pants with a dark stripe down the side, coat with braid and epaulets and some additional piping here and there. Dapper little fellow with a handle-bar mustache. Okay? Got the picture? Now place this guy at the door of a funeral home here in Austin Texas. Walk up to the door for a visitation and Adolph opens the door for you and graciously invites you in. A uniformed doorman in Austin Texas? No, I don't think so. But it does KWA (Keep Austin Weird).
I pulled a calf muscle the other day while training for the Olympics during a Tae Kwan Do match on my 5K-marathon run when I stepped up onto a stool. Felt like a very painful cramp in the muscle, except it wouldn't go away. Ouchie! Spent a day in the recliner with ice and heat and maid service. Made the mistake of saying it was better the next day. Now I have to fetch for myself again.
We're watching World Cup soccer. At all the venues, they have microphones stationed around the field to capture the sounds of the game - each with a huge fuzzy dust-mop looking cover to cut down on wind noise. The mics are positioned close to the ground on little tripods and they look for all the world like sheep grazing on the perimeter of the pitch. Or maybe little critters out of Star Wars. See?
They are positioned at various places around the field, and there is one at each corner, and when players come to take corner kicks, the "sheep" are often in the way. This is not a problem for a soccer player who is used to kicking things with her feet. Some audio technician somewhere expresses himself in fluent German every time one of his sheep/mics gets booted into the cheap seats to make way for the corner kick.
They are positioned at various places around the field, and there is one at each corner, and when players come to take corner kicks, the "sheep" are often in the way. This is not a problem for a soccer player who is used to kicking things with her feet. Some audio technician somewhere expresses himself in fluent German every time one of his sheep/mics gets booted into the cheap seats to make way for the corner kick.
We pulled the old washer and dryer out of the way so the contractor could work in that space. That's when I noticed that I could see daylight through the dryer vent connection that goes through the wall to vent the exhaust outside. I never thought much about it, but there it was - a big 4" hole into the house by way of the dryer. I wondered if critters ever considered exploring that hole. When the dryer was not running, of course. Then when I disconnected the vent hose from the old dryer and discovered a large stash of pecans - roasted pecans, I might add - in the hose I realized yes they do! One wire mesh squirrel guard coming up.
And all the stars fell into alignment and the contractor finished and the Salvation Army picked up the old and Sears brought the new and we got all the shelf pieces in place and our laundry center is complete and we've washed everything in the hampers. Twice. Hooray!
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Wow, what lovely washer closet organization.
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