by CJ | Jun 27, 2017 | Journal
…was one of those days. Living on a corner has its moments: we face a cross street and there is a major city arterial running past our west side that never stops: it serves the Maple Street Bridge; and of bridges that cross the river, there is the Monroe Street,...
by CJ | Jun 22, 2017 | Journal
It’s been so cold that fishy brains have been on hiatus. They get instinctive and spooky when their system is on the edge of winter sleep, and our weather has been that cold. The brain is a very energy-hungry part of the body, and it goes on holiday when the...
by CJ | Jun 21, 2017 | Journal
The carpenter talk went well. We like this guy, and he can do big jobs or little jobs, which is a good thing. Jane and I have skills, but we have reached that stage in life that makes crawling under cabinets and hefting heavy objects up at awkward angles involving...
by CJ | Jun 18, 2017 | Journal
Wearing astigmatic correction glasses has helped a lot. Been gardening—time for the iris to be whacked down to 6″, so we can see other nice things in the gardens, and I pretty well filled the big green recycling bin all by myself. Jane’s been...
by CJ | Jun 16, 2017 | Journal
We have lousy hot water delivery. I frequently turn on the bathroom sink hot water to get hot water in the kitchen (we are going to install an auxiliary water heater in the coming kitchen revision)—and sometimes if you want a hot bath. I most always shower. But...
by CJ | Jun 11, 2017 | Journal
Sanzo, who is a lot like Goku—there are pix, but we’ll have to get more organized. And, officially, Maddy ii, a platinum butterfly fin. We’ve been worried because the fishes are so spooky and don’t seem to be eating much, though we’ve had...
by CJ | Jun 10, 2017 | Journal
ENT guy swears it’s not the ears, or if it is, it’s probably neurological…etc. OTOH on the way home, after thinking about a statement he made that the bilateral brain does rely on having input from senses in some sort of agreement…I began...
by CJ | Jun 7, 2017 | Journal
I started to drive myself to the store. And lo, somebody left some door open on the Prius, their one Achilles heel. It’s hot, it’s nasty, I’m not about to tackle the problem in the heat: we have to call AAA to get the jump. So…do it tomorrow....
