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News blurb about a guy who was inspired to confess to a murder after seeing the Passion of the Christ comes on:
Mum: "He confessed that he killed Jesus?"
No moss growing on Mum, there...
Big-spending Grandma sent $5 in the birthday card -- well, she is 90, after all... :)
On my way downstairs to let Mum in with birthday cake and dinner (deep-dish pizza -- mm, leftover pizza for breakfast tomorrow...), I noticed that some doors had been abandoned in our stairwell, presumably casualties of the demolition mentioned in today's previous entry, and that said doors were possessed of hefty glass doorknobs. So, on the assumption that the doors are on their way out back to the dumpsters anyway and they'll only be lost in the trash, I rescued the doorknobs. They're plain but quite substantial, and Might Be Useful For Something Someday, Who Knows. I suppose I could spiff them up and install them in here, then the landlord couldn't even exactly complain about my taking them, really. God knows the bathroom and back-door knobs are ugly enough, and not original to the building either.
Birthday candles much alarmed the cats -- Weasel disapproved of the sight, and Snip didn't like the smell. I guess now we know which one's going to wake up the household first if/when the Idiot Neighbors finally manage to burn the house down. Considering that some subinstance of our Idiot Neighbors, possibly the same batch who had such a raucous gathering on Saturday night that somebody else in the building ended up calling the cops, were upstairs celebrating the evening with Certain Combustible Herbs that I could smell all the way down at ground level while I was misappropriating the doorknobs, I do worry. (Not that I'm supposed to know what Certain Combustible Herbs smell like, but one can guess.)
Mum: "He confessed that he killed Jesus?"
No moss growing on Mum, there...
Big-spending Grandma sent $5 in the birthday card -- well, she is 90, after all... :)
On my way downstairs to let Mum in with birthday cake and dinner (deep-dish pizza -- mm, leftover pizza for breakfast tomorrow...), I noticed that some doors had been abandoned in our stairwell, presumably casualties of the demolition mentioned in today's previous entry, and that said doors were possessed of hefty glass doorknobs. So, on the assumption that the doors are on their way out back to the dumpsters anyway and they'll only be lost in the trash, I rescued the doorknobs. They're plain but quite substantial, and Might Be Useful For Something Someday, Who Knows. I suppose I could spiff them up and install them in here, then the landlord couldn't even exactly complain about my taking them, really. God knows the bathroom and back-door knobs are ugly enough, and not original to the building either.
Birthday candles much alarmed the cats -- Weasel disapproved of the sight, and Snip didn't like the smell. I guess now we know which one's going to wake up the household first if/when the Idiot Neighbors finally manage to burn the house down. Considering that some subinstance of our Idiot Neighbors, possibly the same batch who had such a raucous gathering on Saturday night that somebody else in the building ended up calling the cops, were upstairs celebrating the evening with Certain Combustible Herbs that I could smell all the way down at ground level while I was misappropriating the doorknobs, I do worry. (Not that I'm supposed to know what Certain Combustible Herbs smell like, but one can guess.)