The contractors are at Port Swiller Manor this afternoon messing around with the basement stairs. The door at the top is closed, but there are some serious fumes coming from under it of a sort that take me back to my teenaged model-making days. Whoa.
They must be permeating the whole house, too, because the Eldest Gel is up in her room belting out “Yesterday” at the top of her lungs, which is a bit weird.
Mrs. R had me pick up the Middle Gel at school this afternoon with the plan to take her to the doctor for a follow up from her appendectomy of a couple weeks ago. What I didn’t discover until too late was that she scheduled the appointment for half an hour after the pick up. Jeesh. In Friday afternoon traffic in these parts it takes at the least an hour to get from her school to the doctor’s office. I can’t bear being late to things, especially appointments. So when I realized the situation, I had the gel ring up the office to cancel and reschedule. Next time, I’ll work out the logistics.
Speaking of teh Middle Gel, allow me to test out a .gif I stole from Groovy Vic:
Over/under says she’ll spend a good twenty minutes staring at it when she next comes nosing around here. (Enjoy! But get your homework done, too.)
So here’s a science-y question for you: Is it possible for the same mug with the same beverage zapped for the same length of time in the same microwave to come out with its handle at different temperatures? Made myself the usual cuppa tea just now and the handle was so hot I couldn’t hold it. This doesn’t usually happen, or else I haven’t been paying sufficient attention.
Oh, speaking of the basement, the plan is to start moving furniture back in this weekend. Hopefully, they’ll also finish hooking up the lights and the sink. So pics will come hopefully in a few days.
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