Cleaning out

>> 5.21.2009

We've gotten past the annual rummage sale and moved my grandparents out of their apartment.

And my mother-in-law has started removing extra stuff from the very large house that they may or may not sell this month or next year.

So we've made lots of trips to thrift shops, worked ourselves ragged at a rummage marathon (five days), and refuse to deal with any more boxes.

Except for this one, for a moment.

It was in the in-laws' basement. You have to wonder how long it was down there, and how they got it in the first place.

The wooden crate came to Milwaukee (pre-ZIP codes) via two railroads, apparently: the Erie RR and the Chicago, Milwaukee, St. Paul & Pacific (The Milwaukee Road). It contained glass, according to a label. Even learned a bit about the Cordes Supply Co. (which started doing business under that name in 1921).

Sometimes stuff gets to be so old it's almost cool. Almost. I took a picture, we reminisced for a moment, then we left it at the curb for pickup.

It had served the in-laws well, holding firewood (and related critters) for decades.

Time to move on.


Is it Friday yet?

It should have been Friday, based on how messed up everything has been this week.

The date mix-up came on Wednesday, when I reviewed the child's hot-lunch menu and announced, "It's pancake day!" So I sent her to school for a (not-so-frequent) trip through the lunch line.

She came home and said, "I had to eat pepperoni pizza. Thumbs down." That's her rating system for food, by the way: thumbs up, thumbs in the middle, and thumbs down. She hates pizza, especially pepperoni.

Bad mommy. Pancakes were Thursday. I heard about that mix-up all night.

In other news, it was the first week at work without the 20 employees who were let go in cutbacks. Everyone is on edge, and we're all stressed and working at home at night to try to keep up.

One more day of work this week. Wish me luck; I'll need it.


Surf colleges

>> 5.15.2009

I work for an institution of higher learning. I love beaches. There has to be a way to use this list of top surf colleges to my advantage. I think I'll work on that this afternoon.


Golf cart sighting

>> 5.06.2009

I hit golf balls at the driving range last night and got to see real golf carts, live and in person! That makes me happy. Doesn't get me any closer to my dream job, but it's something.

The child made her driving-range debut yesterday. Now we have a new family activity!

Next step: condo on a golf course in a warm climate, with a golf cart in the carport? Probably not. Give us a couple years to work on her game.


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