“My eyes are poor. My ears are gnarled. My legs are old and bent.” *
First wall of three has been prepared. I can hardly move or stand upright, but I’ll have to try to fix that later, since my chiro hasn’t been able. Today after a trip to the lumber yard, we’ll begin tackling the other side, tomorrow Continue reading “Studio project 2”
Who in their right mind (or heart) would dump such a lovely pair in a random driveway? Luckily not mine or there would have been much discussion whether 6 cats are too many or not…
I get sad when people place such little value on the life of a cat, compared to pet dogs for instance. How can the one creature be more deserving than the other?
Feral cats live miserable lives on all counts. And don’t give me the freedom speach, my well fed, healthy neuters are as free to roam as any, and to curl up warm and safe from weather.
Shame on you, whoever you are.
Half a hayloft. Slow going, but it’s this, NOW, or I go nuts. I really need to be able to choose my quiet times to be able to work, not wait for it to be granted.
Clearing, cleaning, more cleaning, lots of cleaning, then starting with those candy cane bales of insulation that you can spot in the back.
On the Phenomenon of Bullshit Jobs – STRIKE!
“more and more employees find themselves, not unlike Soviet workers actually, working 40 or even 50 hour weeks on paper, but effectively working 15 hours just as Keynes predicted, since the rest of their time is spent organising or attending motivational seminars, updating their facebook profiles or downloading TV box-sets.”
