This Twitter account is on pause for all the obvious reasons. If you'd like to stay connected, I am still using the account for my history-based creative project. Over at @kaybandleader I am posting links to cool 78 rpm records.
Americans: Go to work. Drive to gym, work out, shower & change, drive home & plug in leaf blower to charge, change into yard clothes. blow leaves around. Complain about high costs of gas, light bill, gym membership. #rake#yardaerobics
@annehaines We had a couple voting questions I had to skip. You know that thing about it better to exercise irregularly & maybe not long or well enough than it is to vow to go to the gym and then drive by the gym? Sometimes that happens with my democratic participation. I showed up.
When I need a break from current reality, I go to vintage short stories in which people still have problems, but they're old problems from times gone by. Bonus: old tech! "Simon's pince-nez dropped from his nose in his doubt and wonder..." ("The Secret Garden," G.K. Chesterton)
Some night creature keeps trying to open locking latch on compost bin. Liftig bin lid practically knocks me out. Odor of sun-baked slops in Grandpa's hog pen. But apparently to skunks & raccoons, it smells like walking by the air vents at Krispy Kreme when the neon sign comes on.
Pleased that my recently-purchased vintage electric staple gun wasn't ruined. I didn't notice it, just outside the garage door & under the eaves, unplugged but getting a bit wet, all night when we had rain. The short fall days mean it's dusk when I knock off - easy to miss stuff.
Not happy about this platform's new owner, but I feel like if I stop tweeting I might be cutting off my nose to spite my face. I'll work harder at opening up to more media platforms and maybe over time I can switch over. I'm ambivalent to say the least but for now, still here.
Carefully-honed life skill: leaving a "hinge" when slicing mini bagels because the clam structure keeps thin bagel slices from slithering down to become charcoal down in the toaster innards.
Ah, the comforting aroma of our familiar Chinese take-out place on a dark rainy day. As I head in, I smell cooking oil with character, oil reheated so many times I'm sure it's the same oil our last pickup order was fried in, & that was weeks ago. And the food was good then, so...
Love the zzzip feel of zip ties too much & end up going all the way to the end of the ridges. Later I can't get scissors or a knife in to cut the tie if I need to. Not sure I will ever remember this till I've gone to the end again under the pretense of making things "snug."