The Weekend Left A Good Impression

It’s been an extraordinarily rainy weekend. Rainy and windy, which means that all the windows facing south and east are providing a rather impressionistic view of the world.  This hazy, beautiful view inspired some watching of Amazon Prime videos to learn more about Paul Durand-Ruel, an avid believer in the Impressionist art movement, at a time when they were scorned, mocked and slandered by most of Europe. I was rather cheered to learn that America gave that particular art movement heaps of support and love—something that Europe couldn’t be arsed to do.

Rather than link you to the Amazon Prime videos, I’ll give you this NPR article, Durand-Ruel: The Art Dealer Who Liked Impressionists Before They Were Cool.

And as one of those open-minded Americans, I’ll now share my Impressionistic weekend view of the world with you.

I call this one “Tree With A Nice Tush Ignoring The House”  It was created with the use of an ancient Virgin Mobile slide-keyboard phone, and a patio door screen.

Next we have “Kneeling On Carpet While Being Pestered By A Cat And Gazing Over The Deck Railing”

And lastly, my proudest effort, entitled “I’m Not Sweeping That”.

Drive, She Said

My desktop computer, Scoundrel, is under the weather. His harddrive took a nosedive a few days back, and it will be a bit before the scurvy lad is back up and dancing. In the meantime, I have my laptop. As nice and helpful as it is, it doesn’t have my Outlook files on it, so there’s a lot of reference info I can’t get at right now, and that means I can’t get my monthly Postcards From Industralia newsletter out. Also, the laptop isn’t mighty enough to run Second Life, so I’ll be missing my storytelling hour tonight (again). I won’t lose any data because we are careful about backups and redundancies, but it is an inconvenience.

For the foreseeable future, I’m on a slightly vintage (but great) laptop, supplemented by a quite vintage iPad and my wee Kindle Fire. Besides no access to Second Life, I have NO access to Facebook Messenger. None. Nada. Nix. Zip. That beast of a gadget bleeds these devices dry of power faster than a starving vampire. I don’t like Messenger at all, even on a good day, but right now my hatred for it is justified with non-access. Gmail is my friend and can be yours. Though I know most of the planet now thinks traditional email is as cool as Prodigy or CompuServe or hula hoops. Bah. Kids today.

I’m offsetting all this by indulging in a binge of the original Dark Shadows. Bad acting and horrific production values will make the day wonderful after all!

Chaise-ing The Blues Away

(for those tuning in late, we moved in late February, and have been doing a lot of landscaping and home decor work ever since. For the first time in my life, I have a room of my very own that is not a bedroom. It’s exciting!)

The GirlCave is coming along. Yesterday my chaise arrived! Of course, I have to share it with Chives.

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I still have a lot of blank wall space, and a stack of plastic bins that need to be elsewhere but just haven’t been ‘elsed’ yet, so you don’t get full-room pics as it’s just not shareworthy yet. But here’s a few teasers. There were three plain wood shelves on the wall, attached with utilitarian metal supports and brackets. Looked awful, so I attacked them with LACE.

 

And the most important spot in the room, where the writing happens, is quite pleasant, especially on days like today when I can have one or both windows open.

Speaking of Disappointing Politics and Snowstorms

William Henry Harrison gave the longest damn inaugural speech any president’s ever given, on March 4th, 1841. For an hour and forty five minutes a 68 year old guy shouted at a crowd IN THE MIDDLE OF A SNOWSTORM without wearing a hat, gloves or coat. After that, rather than getting some rest in the white house, he headed out to whoop it up at *multiple* parties.

His speech ended with “I have this day given to discharge all the high duties of my exalted station according to the best of my ability, and I shall enter upon their performance with entire confidence in the support of a just and generous people.”

What he actually managed to accomplish was to catch a cold, which turned into pneumonia and he died on April 4, 1841 exactly one month after taking the oath of office.

(This is historical entertainment. Rare for me to talk about government. Posting this does not mean I’m open to debate about current events. History sometimes lends perspective when faced with challenges.)

Smile? Okay!

When I was in 6th grade, I thought it would be fun to ride my Flexy Racer down one of the steepest streets in my hilly suburb. It was great fun! I sat on the Flexy and steered with my feet and felt pretty damn bad-ass. But the street ended in a sharp curve to the right, and I couldn’t negotiate it with my feet. I couldn’t brake either, since my feet were controlling the combination steering AND braking pedals. I hit the curb really hard, flew off the Flyer, and landed in the gutter pretty much face-first. I scraped my face pretty badly and chipped my front tooth. It was the week of school photos, too.

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