February 14th, 2011
Although one could arguably say that I'd rested, yesterday, I got a lot done.
I managed to screw up the garage door, but then I unscrewed it, as well, so I guess I'm an idiot unsquared.
I helped forestcats shift the PVC pipes that we used to build a Sukkah from the backyard into the garage, so I guess the preparations for the Carnivore's Feast are officially begun.
I did a lot of reordering of the bookcases, finding a book I knew I'd purchased, as well as a duplicate or two. I pulled out six or eight that I want to get to relatively quickly, as well.
I let the desktop computer do its thing until this morning. Turned out the new anti-viral suite did find some malware, and it's now removed, which is again good.
I spent much of the day, yesterday, on my spouse's laptop while she was out on a quilting jaunt. I copied the majority of my Amazon wish lists (US, UK, Canada) to Powell's web site/wish list. It turns out that some things would be cheaper from Powell's, but most wouldn't. Too bad; cost isn't everything. I think I'll be ordering more often from them in the future.
I caught an amusing show on the Science Channel, called Meteorite Men, about some guys who hunt the stones from the sky. It was rather like another treasure-hunting reality show of the past whose name escapes me now, but instead of looking for all kinds of treasure, these guys are specifically looking for meteor fragments. It was an amusing way to finish the day.
Oh, and during the day, the dogs sang some four or five times. I know that most people wouldn't care for the noise, but I love listening to the three of them howling in unison. Lovely warbling!
When is the carnivore's feast this year? I need to add it to my calendar of events.
5/7, starting at noon, and I'll grill until sunset. I think the official ending is 10PM.
Woo Hoo! I can go this year.
I love Powell's, back from the days when Amazon was a spam site. I've never been to their Mother Ship store but callicrates
has. He says it covers a city block. I also love how their cookie name is, or at least was for the longest time, "chocolate chip".
I've never been there, either, but I've bought things via the Internet from them almost as soon as we had access. I've also heard terrific stories about their store, and I've also heard that it covers a city block. Someday, we'll make a pilgrimage, unless they go bankrupt.
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