Lost in the Lights
Looking up into the whalebacked ceiling of a big theater with the house lights on is sometimes so much more like staring into infinity that it makes me dizzy.
If you have to ask why, this is probably not the blog for you.






Barbie wants a new dish washer
So, with no small amount of trepidation, I took the doors off some cupboard space, grabbed a saw, a wrecking bar and a BFH and made some space for it.
After lunch I'll wire a circuit for it and sweat a three-way valve to the hot water feed under the sink.
Then, some time just before dinner, the good people at Sears have promised to deliver said dish washing machine to our door.
If the gods smile upon us, this evening's dinner dishes will be washed through the miracle of modern technology.
If the gremlins are instead out and about, there may be a short delay ...