Do you ever smell something and it jolts you back to a certain point in time? Not too long ago we were at Home Depot and I realized that home improvement stores reminds me of my childhood. My father was (is) always working on some project or another so we spent a lot of time at Hechinger’s and Home Depot and Lowe’s. Probably less time than my memory tells me we did, but it sure seemed like a lot of time when I was a kid. At any rate, my childhood smells like Home Depot.
At the outlet mall in Laredo, they had this sign posted at the elevator.
The tile in my kitchen and breakfast nook are absolutely disgusting. I’ve tried so many things to clean them, but nothing has worked. Then my dad read somewhere that Magic Erasers will clean tile. I tried it out and the results were incredible so I went to Costco (because Mr. Clean Magic Erasers happened to be on sale there) and got a whole bunch.
I’m just amazed at how after just a few minutes of effort, the tiles look as good as they did when we bought the house.
They are not kidding when they call them magic!
Mr. Feeny’s final advice to the kids on Boy Meets World is now on our living room wall. (The picture above his words was drawn by my great-grandfather around 1900 when he was about Fritz’s age.)
We got ice. And it’s cold. Seriously cold. It’s 25 right now. We’re looking forward to going all the up to 28. Yesterday it was 67. Saturday we’ll be back in the mid-60s. But for now, we’re closed.
We almost missed the eclipse. For some reason, I was thinking it would reach its peak (about 60% here) a little after 2. A little after 1 Jamie called and asked if we were going out to see it. Oops. We ran out and took our pizza pan with us and made lots of tiny partial solar eclipses.
I really don’t like books by GA Henty.