the object of life is not to collect objects if so, I’d object
The Daily Post daily prompt: Object
Objects
Reply
Tag Archives: humor
B&W: Great Pairings
Cassoulet and Château Laffite-Teston Vielles Vignes 2006
Cordon Bleu and Pascal Janvier Cuvée Du Silex Jasnières 2008
Corn Dogs and Keystone Amber Light 2016
The Daily Post daily prompt: Connection
CB&W photo challenge: Couples, twins, two of anything
Winter Morning Walk
dog strains at leash end plays urban Iditarod on iced concrete trails
Oops! The Case of the Runaway Hole in the Wall
So there I was, sitting in my living room staring once again at that little bulging hole in the wall underneath the window. It was about the size of a thumbnail, with a couple of cracks running about three inches out from it.
Its location under the window made me concerned that the window might be leaking water and causing the damage. But aside from my water concerns, that little hole just irritated the heck out of me every time I looked at it.
For some reason this year I got it into my head that I was going to be some kind of do-it-yourself super warrior. So even though I’d never done any type of wall repair before, I set out to fix that annoying anomaly.
First I took my handy dandy utility knife (I absolutely LOVE my utility knife; it’s just so… utile), and cut out some of the wall sheetrock to see what I was dealing with.
Then I accidentally cut into a prior mesh patch (oops!) and ended up removing it. So I had a bigger hole to fix.
This was more than I had bargained for. I paused to consider my options. While pausing, I made a temporary patch using a pizza box and duct tape (I absolutely LOVE duct tape. It’s just so… ducky).
At least I didn’t have to look at that little hole in the wall anymore.
As the saying goes, “In for a penny, in for a pound.” I forged ahead, replacing the pizza box with sheetrock, and taping and mudding and sanding the new repair. The offending little hole spot now looked like this:
A little texture spray and new paint, and the wall under the window looks as good as new, except for the missing baseboard that I tore off. But that’s a totally different do-it-myself super warrior story.
Daily Post weekly photo challenge: Oops!
Life Squared: The Instagram Junk Drawer
I try to not get sucked into social media: Twitter, Pinterest, Tumblr, Flickr… whatever else is out there with cute misspelled names. I have a love/hate/hate/hate relationship with Facebook, and I probably definitely give it much more space in my life than it deserves.
And Instagram? At first I couldn’t see any point in taking photos with a cell phone, formatting them into tiny little squares and then posting them to… exactly where was it they were posted to???
When I finally got a cell phone that had capabilities beyond conveying conversations, however, I simply couldn’t resist the urge to document all the minutiae of my daily life. And of course once one goes to all that bother of snapping a photo, they need to share it with someone, right? Enter, Instagram.
I see it as my photo “junk drawer.” Junk drawers don’t really contain junk. They hold any number of useful things that just don’t have a designated spot to hang out. Sometimes I take photos that I simply find amusing or pretty or whatever, but don’t really want to share on Facebook for the whole world to see.
Today I thought I’d pull out a few items from my Instagram junk drawer to share with you, but don’t show them to the whole rest of the world like Facebook does, okay? Promise?
Instagrams seem to fall into certain categories. We have…
the oddities:
A gate held shut by chains and a padlock, but there’s no fence. Anyone see a security risk here?
A glove balloon in the shrubbery outside a hospital. Bored interns?
the beautiful:
Summer flowers, autumn leaves, winter snow, spring flower and leaf buds and melting snow…
The obligatory sunrise/sunset taken through power lines.
silly captions:
“I think I’m lost. Has anyone seen the ocean? Big… blue… wavy…”
Rare sighting today: the yellow-bellied sap maker.
pets: (silly captions optional)
I wanted to continue our walk today, but Chules just wanted to leaf.
adventures:
When you forget where you packed your utensils, you have to get creative.
and of course, Selfies!!!!
Taking selfies isn’t as easy as it looks, kitty.
Now I’ve shown you mine… What’s in your junk drawer?
NaBloPoMo ~~ Halftime Entertainment
I’m halfway through the National Blog Posting Month (NaBloPoMo) challenge of writing a post each day for the entire month of November. It has, indeed, been a challenge. And perhaps a challenge for you, too, in receiving daily posts from me.
Take heart. After this month I fully intend to return to my sporadic “as the mood strikes” posting schedule. Or non-schedule, I guess.
So I promised halftime entertainment… a bit misleading, I confess. There won’t be any scantily clad cheerleaders and megastar wardrobe malfunctions. I don’t even have any clever, funny stories to regale you with today. Mostly, I just thought it made for a catchy post title.
The last time I tried to entertain anyone was when I was serenading my pets with a medley of Neil Diamond tunes. I soon found both of them hiding under the bed. Hmmm… everyone’s a critic.
It surely couldn’t have been my singing, so it must be that they just aren’t Neil Diamond fans. Next time I’ll try Cat Stevens or Three Dog Night.
Okay, halftime is over. Time to get back into the game.
A shout out to Susie Lindau , wild rider extraordinaire, for her mid-challenge inspiration and post ideas.
13 Hallowe’ens ~ ~ Evening Twelve
13 Hallowe’ens ~ ~ Evening Seven
Image
13 Hallowe’ens ~ ~ Evening Two
Image
(Extra)ordinary Construction Worker
I was having some windows installed in my home last week, and one of the construction crew members, while walking through my living room, stopped and pointed to the wall behind me.
“What’s that?” he asked in a way that made me wonder if someone had perhaps snuck in a boar’s head and mounted it on my unsuspecting wall. I turned to look. Oh, that.
“It’s a dulcimer,” I told him, and proceeded to answer his questions about the instrument. Where it originated, what type of music one played on it, etc.
“Wow!” He continued to stare at it with that boar’s-head-on-the-wall type of fascination. “That’s a real conversation piece!”
This week’s Daily Press photo challenge asks, “What’s mundane yet meaningful to you? What’s a beautiful everyday thing?”
I guess my dulcimer would fall into that category. I think it’s beautiful. It does carry special meaning for me. And yet – to me – it has become rather “mundane.” I see it hanging on my wall each day. I dust it occasionally (okay, rarely). And very rarely, I take it down and actually try to play the darn thing.
It’s interesting to think about how the term “mundane” is such a personal concept. It’s quite possible that I could walk into that construction worker’s home and see a boar’s head hanging on his wall. My reaction would likely be, “What’s that?” and he would reply, “Oh, that’s Reggie. Or what’s left of the little tyke. He was one helluva pig.”
So if you’re looking through the other entries to the photo challenge and you come across a picture of a boar’s head mounted on a wall, it’s probably a photo of Reggie that my construction worker posted on his blog.
I just hope my construction worker is as good at installing windows as he is at photography, blogging, taming wild boars, and taxidermy.
Wow! He’s a busy guy! I guess it’s no wonder he never found time to take up the dulcimer.
Weekly Photo Challenge: (Extra)ordinary
What Rhymes with Stanza? 