It’s time to clean out the garage when…
• You can’t find your (expensive!!!!) masonry bit, but you can find an old package of box nails whose label looks like it’s vintage 1948.
• You find an empty bandaid box sitting on a shelf amongst a litter of loose nails, screws, and bolts.
• A mysterious green squirt bottle is laying on its side behind a bunch of junk. You examine it: Deep Woods Off! You haven’t visited the deep woods since your thirty-something son was in the fifth grade.
• You discover a roll of vine ties hiding among several rolls of duct tape and electrical tape. The vines died about nine years ago.
• You find a Phillips-head screwdriver bit for your drill, sitting at the back of a shelf in its unopened plastic baggie. You still haven’t found the masonry bit.
• You unearth a plastic bag, emblazoned with instructions on how to suffocate yourself or your kids, containing a bunch of gray plastic square things, a baggie full of screws and brackets, and four double-sided stickers. You have no idea what these objects are or what function they could possibly serve.
• You find a rat trap and an unopened box of rat bait that you intended to return to Home Depot, if and when you could ever find the receipt. The neighbor murdered the last of the local roof rats about three years ago.
• You think cleaning the garage sounds a great deal more fruitful than riding herd on clownish students.
Hm. That last one may not be strictly relevant to garage messes. More, one would expect, to the mess that is our educational system. Oh well.
Moving on… Have you ever noticed that the best thing about friends is that you get to pick them? Whereas family…well. Revanche has an always interesting set of relatives who periodically pose some new conundrum.
Mrs. Accountability, realizing her old term policy is about to expire, ruminates about life insurance.
One of the things that’s missing in my personality is the capacity to enjoy spectator sports. Still..Evan writes the first interesting piece about football I’ve ever read. 🙂
Abigail reminds us that it’s a good idea to check carefully before assuming an appliance or other possession is shot and needs to be replace.
Crystal and Len are finally in their new house, after the usual hair-tearing hassles that all us homeowners know and love (to hate). Check out the photos!
TB’s court case over the road rage incident came to a close, and so he is free to tell the whole wild story. IMHO, this TB dude is not a fellow you want to cut off in a dark alley. 😉 Luckily, the whole scary exchange came to naught.
Eemusings got to drive a hybrid on her recent junket. She and her readers contemplate whether it’s worth buying one of the things.
101 Centavos spent time this summer doing battle with garden bugs. Ever hear of catch-cropping? Me, neither. It’s an interesting idea.
At Grumpy Rumblings, Nicole&Maggie contemplate the timeless question facing parents of newborns: cloth or paper?
Mr. PoP describes, in a series of posts, how he went from a minimum-wage job to earning 80 grand a year. Today’s post is the third; scroll down from the homepage to find the others.
Uh oh. Now that Donna’s made the big move to Alaska, it looks like she’s going native!
Brip-Blap writes an interesting and counterintuitive post on the relationship between free time and productivity. Brings to mind the old chestnut that the busiest people are the ones who are most likely to take on extra work and volunteer jobs.
Budget Glamorous is pinching pennies in the time-honored manner of young academics. She’s found a way to earn some extra money, though: international students. Could be promising…
At Afford Anything, Paula has an adoption story that’s more amazing than any I’ve ever heard.
Five-Cent Nickel has a nice post on when to haggle. I hate it, myself…that’s one reason I drive a 12-year-old car: few things are more repellent than the prospect of having to argue with another Toyota salesman!
Speaking of repellent, my head hurts. Think I’ve got another migraine (or a revisitation of the first one). And so, away!