To mark the changing seasons I’ve updated the front page of the site. Go check it out. Or just imagine it, based on this hint.
Those maple leaves are from our yard. And the grass is ours, too.
One day I’ll get around to digging under it to see if we happened on anything profitable with the mineral rights. Probably not. They don’t build houses over valuable resource reservers very often, I’d guess. Surely there were surveys once upon a time. And since no one ever found a gold nugget or enriched their britches with oil or natural gas or found some other valuable thing around here, they decided “Houses it is! Put out some nice sod and sidewalks and run some utilities out there and we’ll make money off it that way!”
Anyway, the leaves look grand, wouldn’t you agree?
This maple tree is turning in stages. It’s the arboreal version of a combover, maybe. The tree that’s kidding itself, and not fooling anyone else. How could that tree fool anyone with that bright bit of vibrance. There is, as they say on the ‘gram, no filter here.
Now if everything looked and felt like this for the next five months.
Oh, I forgot to add this show yesterday. The morning troupe doing morning things.
It was a studio night tonight, where the news team worked on news shows. They’re due out tomorrow.
Tonight, we’re upgrading the sofa! We bought memory foam to support the cushions. You trace outlines of each section, cut the three-inch foam, and then jam the foam inside the upholstery underneath the old stuff. That last part was a bit of a workout, but now the seats look full and new again. It’s an easy refurb of a 15-year-old set of furniture which is, otherwise, perfectly great.
It felt a little strange to sit on them for the first time, but better. For the first time in who knows how long, hips and knees are at the proper positions relative to one another when you’re relaxing. The important question: Is it good for naps?
So I have a weekend chore, then: taking a nap.
