Domed cheese plate.
Why did I think that I would use a domed cheese plate? Why? Why? If I'm going to serve cheese, I'll just put it on a plate or platter, and surround it with crackers, and call it a day. No dome needed. No special plate for the special dome needed. No fuss. . . no clutter! As Thoreau said, "Simplify. . . simplify!"
xo, LD
Saturday, August 2, 2008
Friday, August 1, 2008
So Long, Harmonica
One (1) harmonica
I remember buying this harmonica, almost. It was, like, 35 years ago. It cost, like, $4. It's actually quite beautiful and maybe even collectible, but - okay, I've had at least 35 years to learn how to play the thing, and have I ever done anything but make that horrible "hee haw, hee haw" sound with it? No? No. Case closed! Get out of my life!
xo, LD
I remember buying this harmonica, almost. It was, like, 35 years ago. It cost, like, $4. It's actually quite beautiful and maybe even collectible, but - okay, I've had at least 35 years to learn how to play the thing, and have I ever done anything but make that horrible "hee haw, hee haw" sound with it? No? No. Case closed! Get out of my life!
xo, LD
Thursday, July 31, 2008
Three Gates!
Baby gates, three of 'em!
Because we don't have toddlers anymore, and grandbabies are far in the future (one hopes), it makes sense to pass these along to those who do - have little ones, that is. So, off they went, to a new grandmother who can't wait for the day when her wee grandson comes to her house and just tries to go somewhere he oughtn't!
I wonder, when the day comes that we need baby gates, if someone will give us some? :)
xo, LD
Because we don't have toddlers anymore, and grandbabies are far in the future (one hopes), it makes sense to pass these along to those who do - have little ones, that is. So, off they went, to a new grandmother who can't wait for the day when her wee grandson comes to her house and just tries to go somewhere he oughtn't!
I wonder, when the day comes that we need baby gates, if someone will give us some? :)
xo, LD
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
Trash day, take two, for this pair
Speakers
Not mine, not ours - this pair of speakers arrived at our home one trash day, under the arms of my son. Turns out these were not such a great find, but instead of going back out into the trash, the speakers lived a furtive life hiding out in our basement for about a year.
Routed out, reexamined and found wanting, they are back out on the street. . . and if nobody grabbed them for a third chance before the truck came, off they went to the landfill. . .
It's tempting to bring stuff home from the curb. We've found some great things, and it's a pleasure to keep useable items out of the landfill. But not all found things are good finds. Time to say oops and let them go!
xo, LD
Not mine, not ours - this pair of speakers arrived at our home one trash day, under the arms of my son. Turns out these were not such a great find, but instead of going back out into the trash, the speakers lived a furtive life hiding out in our basement for about a year.
Routed out, reexamined and found wanting, they are back out on the street. . . and if nobody grabbed them for a third chance before the truck came, off they went to the landfill. . .
It's tempting to bring stuff home from the curb. We've found some great things, and it's a pleasure to keep useable items out of the landfill. But not all found things are good finds. Time to say oops and let them go!
xo, LD
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
More from the Basement
(Sunday, Monday, and Tuesday, too!)
Percussion, notebook paper, bouncy balls
Sunday: Off to a new home go a pair of cymbals, a little drum and its sticks, a rainstick sort of thingy, and a pan flute! Well, that's more than one thing, but we'll just call it "percussion" and send it on its noisy way!
Monday: You'd think a thesis was being written in longhand by the amount of lined paper in our basement cache. Forget about it! The rumpled pages are now in the recycling bin, and the bulk of the useable pages are sent to their new home, also. Keep that stuff circulating! Reduce, reuse, recycle!
Tuesday: The kids were bouncy ball freaks when they were little, and it's remarkable how quickly they (the balls, not the kids) reproduce. I put all the balls that would fit into an empty plastic jar (from my stash, yes - double points! It's the jar that looks like a teddy bear; it held animal crackers, once upon a time). I counted all the balls, wrote the number on the inside of the jar lid, and will donate this as a "guess-and-win" prize at the church bazaar later this year. So, the balls are still here, but they're contained (cutely) and they're on their way out. Guess how many bouncy balls? (121!)
One thing at a time!
xo, LD
Percussion, notebook paper, bouncy balls
Sunday: Off to a new home go a pair of cymbals, a little drum and its sticks, a rainstick sort of thingy, and a pan flute! Well, that's more than one thing, but we'll just call it "percussion" and send it on its noisy way!
Monday: You'd think a thesis was being written in longhand by the amount of lined paper in our basement cache. Forget about it! The rumpled pages are now in the recycling bin, and the bulk of the useable pages are sent to their new home, also. Keep that stuff circulating! Reduce, reuse, recycle!
Tuesday: The kids were bouncy ball freaks when they were little, and it's remarkable how quickly they (the balls, not the kids) reproduce. I put all the balls that would fit into an empty plastic jar (from my stash, yes - double points! It's the jar that looks like a teddy bear; it held animal crackers, once upon a time). I counted all the balls, wrote the number on the inside of the jar lid, and will donate this as a "guess-and-win" prize at the church bazaar later this year. So, the balls are still here, but they're contained (cutely) and they're on their way out. Guess how many bouncy balls? (121!)
One thing at a time!
xo, LD
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