The View From Kalamazoo

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I get a lot of SAM in my job. I often wonder what is really said. Oh well.

FYI: If the going-on-14-hour headache I have doesn’t depart soon I may have to seek out a tall building to jump from. Darn Michigan. Darn sinuses. Darn pressure systems.

We have, in our upstairs hallway, a very small closet tucked under one of the cape cod overhangs, a bit under waist-high (note: I’m not playing for the WNBA), probably about 2 ft. wide and 3 ft. deep. Odd little storage area, but the house is full of ’em. Colin informed Bri that’s ‘where we’ll keep the monkeys!’
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I think I have moles in my back yard. 🙁
I may also have rhubarb.

I get to see my sister and bro-in-law for the first time in nearly a year this weekend. And meet my nephew, born at Thanksgiving-time. They have brought me Crossville tile. Lots of tile from the reduced price reject pile at the factory. (a combination of antico taupe, ebony, and burgundy smoke, judging from the on-line color examples. I’ll stagger them…black grout, I think.) Anyone in the Kalamazoo area who finds peace and deep satisfaction laying ceramic tile gimme a call, willya? I’ll be ripping out the old-and-nasty dining room/kitchen carpet, getting much mastic and grout – a good time had by all. (No, Bri won’t be taking part in the adventure. I’m the handyman, he draws the line at electronics)
Next step – trying to tone down the knotty pine in the dining room. SO orange-y. SO uuuuuugly. Pickling? A cherry stain? Anything not orange will be an improvement.