Dead air

Our modem is fried.

 D&$^ it.

So..no pictures of my ugly floor.  No pictures of the horrors of felt and glue.  No nothing.

Hopefully all will be corrected by tomorrow…but until then…

&%^&#^&#$

6 more weeks?

As I type this, I realize that I write a lot about the weather.  And my anger/joy that stems from it. 

Oh, well.

All I’m saying is that the little chubby woodland creature better known as “Phil” better NOT see his shadow in two days, because I really can’t stand any more of these sub-zero nights and days of dry snow.  (and yes, if you’ve never experienced it, snow can be dry.  Nosebleed inducing dry. Not that we’ve been having issues with that at our house or anything…) 

I mean, why in the world did the first settlers stop here?  Did their wagon wheels freeze in the mud, forcing them to stay here until spring, which caused them to forget about the cold until the next year?  Was the cold a nice change of pace from the balmier weather they had in Europe?  Were they gluttons for Puritan punishment? 

Enough said.

On a happier note, I was at the Nashville airport a half an hour longer than expected, so I got the chance to read the winter edition of O at Home.   Most times if I’m stuck at the airport, I go pick up a book- but the magazine had some cute home decorating ideas.  It also had some ideas that were a little stale- like how to decorate for the holidays- but that’s what I get for picking it up two months after it’s publication date I guess.

My favorite new idea to try? The faux transoms over a window.  I have the perfect spot in the kitchen, and I think it’ll help bring more light into the room.

Knocked down a peg or two

By a cold of all things.

Everyone here at the Cotterpin House seems to be suffering from a medical malady this weekend.  M & I both have obnoxious colds- which gives us just enough energy to move from the couch to the kitchen and back.  Even Stella is experiencing a little stomach discomfort- which has been less than exciting to deal with in our sniffly states.

Maybe it’s because of the imposed limits of mobility, but I’ve been noticing all the little things that have piled up over the last few months, and I’m itching to get some deep spring cleaning/spring to-do’s done.  Yes, I realize spring isn’t for another three months- but the dinged up porch, the squeaky floorboards, the tacky linoleum in the back entry- all are acting up in desperate cries for attention.  And it’s bugging me that I can’t do anything about it.

Sigh.  Maybe next weekend.  (insert sad music here.)

In other news, M was crowned sworn in at the Capital building this week.  Very exciting and momentous, and a great opportunity for me to gawk at some gorgeous architecture.  Pics to come later this week…

Star Light, Necklace Bright

Saw this gift for the lady home renovator at Uncommon Goods during my last minute online shopping- and while I think the concept is clever, I can’t stand the color.

Really, if I wanted to wear flourescent greenish yellow, I’d have become a construction worker, or crossing guard, or firefighter, or punk rocker, or…or…someone equally use to wearing that color.

Could they have made it in dark blue or black or something?  You know, colors the uptight business suits can wear? 

For the love of God, why? WHY?

Granted it’s under This Old House’s wacky gadgets section-  but really…Why?

And yes…those are rhinestones…

The bigger question is- what would you say if you’re at a co-workers home for the first time, and saw this?

I’d be struck speechless…I’m speechless now.