Contractors are paid and gone and I can get the cars in the garage again. We have some work left, namely 1) the whole adjoining fireplace room needs painting of walls and ceiling, 2) install two new ceiling fans, 3) organize and store the leftover building materials worth saving, 4) organize and store all the kitchen crap that is (worth saving and) scattered throughout our house, 5) new barstools maybe, 6) new window treatment, and 7) reorganize all bookcases and shelf storage. But it does look very nice.
Our contractor says she may be ready for a walk through tonight. As much as I want this to be over, our relationship has deterioriated and I’m anticipating conflict. photos coming soon. lessons learned also coming soon.
ps. see http://reach.ucf.edu/~technicaled/ for a picture in rotation of me at work.
Nice, isn’t it?
The teacher gave her fifth grade class an assignment: Get their parents to tell them a story with a moral at the end of it. The next day, the kids came back and one by one began to tell their stories.
Ashley said, “My father’s a farmer and we have a lot of egg-laying hens. One time we were taking our eggs to market in a basket on the front seat of the car when we hit a big bump in the road and all the eggs went flying and broke and made a mess.”
“What’s the moral of the story?” asked the teacher.
“Don’t put all your eggs in one basket!”
“Very good,” said the teacher.
Next, little Sarah raised her hand and said, “Our family are farmers too. But we raise chickens for the meat market. We had a dozen eggs one time but when they hatched we only got ten chicks, and the moral to this story is, ‘don’t count your chickens before they’re hatched.'”
Teacher: “That was a fine story Sarah.
“Michael, do you have a story to share?” “Yes, my daddy told me this story about my Aunt Judy. Aunt Judy was a flight engineer in the Gulf War and her plane got hit. She had to bail out over enemy territory and all she had was a bottle of whiskey, a machine gun and a machete. She drank the whiskey on the way down so it wouldn’t break and then she landed right in the middle of 100 enemy troops. She killed seventy of them with the machine gun until she ran out of bullets. Then she killed twenty more with the machete until the blade broke. And then she killed the last ten with her bare hands.”
“Good heavens,” said the horrified teacher, “what kind of moral did your daddy tell you from that horrible story?”
“Stay the h*ck away from Aunt Judy when she’s been drinking!”
I have been invited to join the Caroling Company, a troupe of professional costumed carolers who perform a capella in 4-part SATB during the Christmas Season for private and public events.
I’m excited to join my Makeshift singing partners Seth and Pete who have been doing this for a few years. Now I’ve got to buckle down and learn/memorize 30 songs.
Do you remember Venn diagrams? Seems they were always covered in the first chapter of my math and geometry textbooks in discussion of set theory. They are also used in language arts to illustrate overlapping concepts or relationships.
I had built this statistical one for work last week (click on graphic for larger version); it illustrates the distribution of student enrollments during one term here at UCF. The circles represent the areas of class types — Orlando campus, regional campus, or web-based classes. The size of the circles are exactly proportional to the data. The overlap areas are a little off by necessity. I drew this graphic in Photoshop. As an information geek, I think its really cool. This will be used to assist higher ups with some funding and growth planning issues.
It hardly compares to the hardships of some of our neighbors this hurricane season, but we are really starting to miss having a kitchen with running water, ice maker, dishwasher, etc.
The refrigerator is plugged in in the family room, and all our kitchen stuff is stacked up.
We’re storing things wherever we can, and often misplacing utensils, or condiments.
Here’s our makeshift kitchen; we’ve got to dump liquids in the backyard or down the toilet. We keep a jug of water handy for the coffee maker.
Thankfully, the grill works well. Linda made a decent casserole for a church pot luck on it this weekend.
For those few dishes and utensils we use, I cart them out to the side of the house and wash them at the fish cleaning/paint cleanup sink outside the garage.