Ah, isn’t it beautiful? Granted, it’s hard to tell with this photo since the only source of lighting was the light itself. I had to doctor the photo to have it make any sense at all. I’ll take a new photo tomorrow and try to show you more detail as well as the context in […]
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The wiring was not in as bad a state as I’d feared. The old cloth wiring had just been pushed above the crossbar so it looked like we had bare wires in the ceiling. When I pulled the crossbar, and a little plaster down, it was easy to snug the cloth insulation back into place
Well, our new light arrived from Rejuvenation tonight and it is lovely. We assembled it with no problems, removed the old fixture and then had a grim reminder than we live in a 1907 house. The old knob and tube wiring is still in the ceiling, minus the insulation. At least on the visible part
I just got off the phone with Chris Parks at McCarter and Emily DeCola. Chris is directing Arabian Nights and Emily is doing puppet design; I’m the scenic designer. We started our planning when I flew to NYC last summer to do initial design discussions. Today we planned out our schedule. Which means I now
I just caught my floor on fire. Well, okay. That’s a little bit of an exaggeration. A piece of the paper that’s glued to the pantry floor ignited to a flame like a birthday candle. I whacked it with my paint scraper and it went out. I’ve made little embers glow before but this was
I talked to the guy who will probably refinish our floor. He specializes in older homes and has great references and his bid was lower than I expected it to be. Whee. I need to talk it over with Rob first, but hopefully we should have a beautiful fir floor soon.
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For Christmas, Rob gave me a book by my favorite Victorian author, which is quite the impressive since I think he’s found all of her titles at this point. If you don’t know how these yearbooks work, they contain a pithy saying for everyday of the year. Here is today’s: “One uncongenial guest can ruin
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Today I have been writing. I’ve been a little stalled on my novel because I knew what the antagonist needed to do to move the plot forward, but I’d failed to give them a reason to do it. I had a motive, the bad guy did not. After Rob and I went to bed last
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Rob went down to a WRW rehearsal today, so I took advantage of the time alone to scrape tar paper off the floor in the pantry. It’s fairly stinky so I don’t like doing it when he’s in the house. I wear a respirator while I’m working; asking him to wear one around the house
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Last night we had Sue and Albert for company to join us in the traditional New Year’s Day menu. We nearly had a small catastrophe because this was the first time I’d made black-eyed peas from dried; I usually use the canned ones. Although I soaked them overnight, I did not allow enough time for
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Much to our surprise, Marlowe loves shredded daikon radish. He’s not keen on salmon, but give him a bit of spicy root and he’s a happy cat.
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Or Happy Bris as a friend of mine pointed out. Although the calendar is supposed to date from the birth of Jesus, it actually begins eight days after his birth. Why? Because–being born into a Jewish household–that would have been his bris. Interesting, no? In any case, Rob and I woke up late this morning.
For the past several years Rob and I have made sushi. Tonight we somehow made enough for a small army so we’re dropping some off at the Celsi’s. We’ll eat sushi and watch a movie tonight after we get back. P.S. Rob is sporting his new Icelandic wool sweater.
Yesterday was a momentous day, and I didn’t even realize it. It was Rob’s last official day at the winery. Of course he’s still going in to work on Monday, but he’s back to being free-lance. Hurrah!
Hey, you guys know my cousin Susan. It’s still her birthday on the West Coast. Not too late to send her a birthday e-mail.