The saturday auction in Stanwood has this amazing goat in the window. I guess it’s to get passersby to think “Next week is our wedding anniversary! Betty would love this!”. Only to be disappointed- it’s for display only.
Today’s podcast recommendation is Mike Rowe’s “The Way I Heard It”… Mike dives into all sorts of events, his stories are riveting, and often there is a twist at the end. That’s why I called him “The new Paul Harvey” although that’s a bit of stretch, the style is similar.
Check it out here or find it on your favorite podcast player. More on that later.
At first glance, I thought this old magazine ad was suggesting that I should start a career in the exciting world of toilet seat repair. Back then, toilet seats were made of wood, and many were outdoors, so maybe they didn’t hold up as well as today’s plastic or lucite seats.
Still, people were self-sufficient, and could get this stuff in Mount Pilot, or just order it from the Sears catalog. I mean, it’s RIGHT THERE. Unless that page is missing.
I got this Chia Pet for Christmas, it’s Dustin from the Netflix show Stranger Things. It’s the first Chia Pet I have ever owned. Surprising how fast this stuff grows; Unfortunately I didn’t have the right consistency on the seed slurry, and he wound up with a few bald patches. No worries, that stuff is so thick that you can’t tell, unless you are right on top of it.
I have some of the seeds left, maybe it’s fixable? Next year I’ll ask Santa for a Walter White, or Telly Savalas.
I got this toothpaste squeezer on a whim because I like gadgets. It costs $9.99 – Only now doing the math on that. Rounding up because Teresa does most of the shopping and does not even look at grocery prices as far as I know, say 30 cents an ounce.
The catch is, even with three people sharing the tube, a seven ounce tube would have 350 brushings in it, using 6 a day, that’s around two months. I reckon this device would rescue a quarter’s worth of toothpaste on each tube, that’s $1.50 a year. So it will break even at about six and a half years.
That’s assuming it doesn’t go missing- Teresa said it would be handy to make crinkly paper(?)
We finally got a house with an extra room that I have claimed for my computer, books, etc. but I am at a loss when it comes to naming it.
Most would call it a “Home office” but that would oblige me to somehow generate income in here.
Back in the day, it would be called a “Den”, and it does have the shag carpeting… But the main definition for that word is “The lair of a wild, usually predatory animal” and the secondary definition calls it “a center of secret activity”. Kinda creepy.
Recently there was a fad of creating a “Man Cave” which I dismiss out of hand as sounding idiotic. Anyway, it generally requires a large screen TV and a handy source of beer, neither of which would fit in here. Nor would the group of sports fans that it would attract.
Oh! Nevermind… Just noticed that the name of this particular home office is right there, above the door.
I always mail things with trepidation, like sending a kid to summer camp. Sometimes I read “human interest” stories about a letter that was mailed decades ago being found inside a wall, or under a supervisor, or stuck behind some ancient machine at the post office, and then they dutifully track the recipient down, but she married someone else and he ended up joining the Peace Corps, when otherwise they would have gotten married and had a son who would cure cancer.
But I digress. I will mail stuff because it’s cheaper than driving to Teaneck, New Jersey from Washington state, and faster too. Things generally show up intact; maybe the instructions I scrawl on the package help?