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Hey, ya'll! Watch ditch!
Jan. 23rd, 2008 10:17 pmMom and I engaged in some intense shopping behavior today. For serious; she should know better than to plan to be back "by noon". I bought a skirt, and now have to find a shirt to go with it-I hold out slim hope for a cute twinset. I should know better.
Finished reading Patricia Cornwell's book about Jack the Ripper-I now know that "coconut vendor" was a valid vocation in Victorian England. I suppose I knew that already, since somebody had to have a bunch of coconuts standing in a row for hyenas to sing about later. Also- have determined that Victorian era crime photography is way creepier than modern-day-especially the Victorian era crime illustrations. "Here's a cartoon of what we think the victim looked like in the morgue." Ick. And yes, I should have known better than to look at the pictures.
And, most importantly, and the reason for this post:
( Behold, progress! )
Y'all, we gettin' indo' plummin' at last! Ok, what we're getting is city water instead of having to use our well, but same thing. And yes, my Dad did run the water department for nearly the last 10 years.* We still had to cart water home from town in old milk jugs. You know that story about the shoemaker's kids? They had no shoes. Same thing. As it is, Dad had to dig that ditch from the mainline to our house. Note the shovel. ;)
( Also, snowman )
Finished reading Patricia Cornwell's book about Jack the Ripper-I now know that "coconut vendor" was a valid vocation in Victorian England. I suppose I knew that already, since somebody had to have a bunch of coconuts standing in a row for hyenas to sing about later. Also- have determined that Victorian era crime photography is way creepier than modern-day-especially the Victorian era crime illustrations. "Here's a cartoon of what we think the victim looked like in the morgue." Ick. And yes, I should have known better than to look at the pictures.
And, most importantly, and the reason for this post:
( Behold, progress! )
Y'all, we gettin' indo' plummin' at last! Ok, what we're getting is city water instead of having to use our well, but same thing. And yes, my Dad did run the water department for nearly the last 10 years.* We still had to cart water home from town in old milk jugs. You know that story about the shoemaker's kids? They had no shoes. Same thing. As it is, Dad had to dig that ditch from the mainline to our house. Note the shovel. ;)
( Also, snowman )
