“Can I bring my kids to the Wing Christmas Party?”
“Sure! It’s a family event! Why not?”
What color is chrome?
Is there a chrome Crayon?
It’s sort of grey, or silver-ish, but with lots of white highlights.
I probably should have learned that it all of those art courses I took decades ago, huh?
A dark month, December. The days get shorter, the nights get longer, the temperatures drop, the winds howl, the rains arrive.
Is it any wonder that at the solstice we celebrate, no matter the religious or cultural justification?
Do we think we can frighten the night and the cold away with frantic noises and celebration? Do we as an “enlightened” people simply recognize the results of axial tilt and recognize the circumstantial passing of a defined point in the calliope of Newtonian mechanics? Or does it even matter?
We’ve made it through 11/12ths of this 2018 ordeal. Let us gather our strength to finish strong and bravely meet 2019 head on.
Evidence on an elevator floor. The perfect arc. The splatter. The stain.
Coffee? Or something more…sinister?
The spot in the upper right where there almost seems to be a divot taken out of the splatter – a shoe, now sodden and/or scalded?
The step function in the upper left – a jostled elbow or bumped shoulder in panic and horror?
A sudden spin with an unstable grande mocha vente supremo ultimate no soy chai two sugars no cream?
Or was this an attempt at communication by those aliens from “Arrival”? Was Louise Banks in this elevator earlier?
We may never know.
More Christmas lights have gone up at the new house.
Most of the new stuff has gone up by the garage, and on that tall, tall bank of cedar trees that line the north side of the driveway. I was hoping that the “wall” made by the cedar trees would be easier to hand lights on, but those branches are much more flimsy and less structurally able to hold the light strings that I had hoped. And the last thing I want to do is start damaging the trees.
The lights first started going up after Thanksgiving and it’s obvious that I’ll never have as many lights here as I did at the old house. (Who knew in 2016 when I wrote that, thinking it was the last year at that house, that we had one more to go – but now we’re out.) There’s just not as much surface area to the house, and there are far, far fewer trees and bushes and foliage to drape lights on. But this isn’t bad for what I’ve got.
I also fixed the “bag of electricity and water” issues and put some really nice digital timers on to replace the clunky and only marginally useful analog “clock-style” timers I had.
So now the four sets of outside lights as well as the Christmas tree in the big front window all turn on and off within a minute of each other.
I like it!
It’s a whole new adventure putting up Christmas lights at the new house. Everything’s new and different. Where can I attach things? Where can I plug things in? Where can I put things so they stay dry if it rains?
We had some pretty significant rain a couple of days ago, and while we didn’t have to deal with any of the major problems that deluge brought to Southern California (especially to the burn areas), I found myself scrambling on Monday and Tuesday to try to waterproof my Christmas light installations.
The lights on one end of the house were plugged into a power strip at the end of a long extension cord and that was the likely source of the failure. It’s pretty exposed to the elements, so I had wrapped it up in plastic and I thought it might be okay. When I got home and saw that the lights were out it was pouring, so I just checked to see if it had tripped a breaker at the main panel and taken out any of the other electrical circuits in the house. We were fine, so it must have just been the circuit breaker on the power strip – which is how it’s supposed to work.
Tonight it was finally dry-ish, so I went out to see what was up, figuring a little bit of water might have squirreled it’s way in.
As Adam Savage is so fond of saying, “Well, there’s your problem!”
Yeah, that’s a bag full of water and electricity. Not so good.
The reality is that the electricity got cut off as soon as it hit the electricity on Tuesday and from there the water just kept coming in from wherever it came in and made it look really impressive now.
Things are drying out now. We’ll see what’s working and what needs to be replace tomorrow.
(Now what REALLY would have been neat is if someone else had seen this and put a goldfish in there before I got to it!)
Even a bit of double hope over there on the right…
It’s not without justification that the Bible says that God gave Noah and his family the rainbow at the end of the Flood as a sign of Hope.
(I’ll pause to allow some recovery time for those of you who passed out after seeing me reference the Bible…)
Aside from the biblical references, multiple societies refer to the metaphor of rainbows (hope) following storms (difficult times).
This one was from a few days ago when LA got it’s first decent rain in a long time, which helped put out those fires. (And brought mud slides and flooding to the burn areas, but let’s not get too nit-picky here.) Tomorrow and Thursday we’ll get more rain and perhaps more rainbows.
I fear that the worst “storms” might be ahead of us in any number of dimensions, so I’ll start stocking up on rainbows now. I think we’re going to need them.
When the storms hit, whether they be in our personal lives, the lives of those near and dear to us, in our state, country, or across the whole world, let’s remember that there are going to be rainbows if we can just hold on to see them.