I wasn’t expecting to stay out until about 1am last night, but I did. Last night was Betsy’s (mostly) annual Drinksmas party. This year’s crowd was a little different than normal ones, but it was obviously a good time since I was one of the last people to leave the party (as occurs far too often for me).
After talking myself out of a new IKEA coffee table for the ITP Estate, recall that I am unemployed and trying to downsize, I found myself winding around town getting back to home. As I drove I tried to figure out what food I would bring to Betsy’s so I figured that I could figure it out at Kroger. And before I started my shopping I stopped into the Kro-Bar for a beer.
I decided to save myself from a lot of rushed preparation by purchasing two package of slider-sized buns, a couple of packages of thinly-sliced salami, and a tub of pimento cheese. I delivered twenty-three sandwiches, about half of which were salami and the other half pimento cheese. Twenty-three? Yes, my quality control wanted to ensure that I was putting enough cheese on the buns, so I just had to eat one during preparation. 😉
Things That Go Crash In The Night
The other night I was awakened by a noise, one that sounded a lot like a tree branch falling. It was early in the morning, before the sun had risen, so no matter how much I searched the backyard for new wood on the ground I couldn’t find any.
Yesterday I had to go down into the basement to get the leaf blower so that I could clear debris from the deck, and found that what I had heard was the sound of a ceiling tile falling. The at-least forty-year-old panel finally bowed to the point to where it could escape the hardware holding up, landed on a bookcase and breaking a small ceramic statue, before gravity took it all the way to the floor. Because this is not the first panel to show stress from aging I have considered ripping out much of the suspended ceiling in the basement, but have not committed to do so. Ah homeownership…
Hope all is right in your world.