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Bathlets and Godlets

Posted on 2013.07.14 at 19:04
Yesterday Jammies got out the lightbulb changer to change the super high lightsbulbs, over the pit. Then he needed the ladder. I was holding Ace, and Hawaiian Punch and Hokey Pokey were watching cartoons.

As Jammies carried the ladder into the pit, I saw a big fucking insect buzz by Jammies, in a loopy trajectory. Then I realized it was a hornet, a big fucking hornet. Then I realized it was five hornets, a whole swarm trailing around Jammies, carrying the ladder.

"Whoa holy shit!" I exclaimed inelegantly. "Whaaaaa!" said Jammies, as he saw all the hornets. We did the cheerful-panic thing: "C'mon kids! This is funny! Run, quick, into Mom and Dad's room! Ha ha, but seriously go now." I sat with the kids in our bedroom while we listened to Jammies thump around in the living room and periodically run to the other end of the house. It felt like a fire drill, because we were in Safety Drill mode without any actually scary tornado or hurricane wreaking havoc. Maybe it was an act of godlet?

Apparently the hornets flew towards the light, and bumped into the windows way up high, and Jammies was able to squirt them with water to get them loose, then whack them with our electric tennis racket. (We have an electric tennis racket! It's for killing moths, but may be our prize possession.) Eventually he gave the all clear signal, and we gingerly resumed cartoon watching.

Photo dump! I did one of the onerous methods discussed last week; afterwards I felt weak.

July 14, 2013 (1) July 14, 2013 (2) July 14, 2013 (3)

We have several exhibits from my ongoing documentation of hotel carpets. These three above are called Cobra With Stars, And Variations.  It is terribly ugly, but I appreciate the hotel's effort to be interesting.

July 14, 2013 (4) July 14, 2013 (5)

Same hotel. This was a wedding we went to, when I was about three weeks post-partum.  This is the hallway outside of our room. A bit better!

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This is the carpet from our room itself, and hot damn but that is gorgeous. I would install that in my home in a New York Minute, to bring back slang from maybe Johnny Carson or Mary Kate Olson.

Why is industrial carpet capable of such depths, but carpet for domesticities blander than corningware? It is a mystery, one I will continue to document.

July 14, 2013 (12)

This is Hamilton Pool. I had out of town guests and so we went swimming. It's the most efficient way to dazzle out of town guests visiting central Texas.

July 14, 2013 (11)

Carpet from the Atlanta airport. Interesting if not exactly attractive. They get points for interesting.

My mom is now power-purging items from their house. My parents' house of 36 years. I can't call them packrats exactly, because they're clean and orderly, but my mom is the type to make every wall a gallery wall, to collect miniatures and Indonesian masks, and vases with ostrich feathers, and pillows in the shape of cats. The house is 3600 square feet of small rooms. There is a museum's worth of oddities.

July 14, 2013 (10) July 14, 2013 (9)

This claw-footed bathtub was used by Henry Hoover's wife. Or rather, presumably. The wife went to Stanford and lived in a house which housed this tub. Later my mom had an office in that house, as a graduate student. Still later, the house was to be torn down, and Mom did some sleuthing and paid $5 for the paperwork to obtain the tub.

Still later, the tub moved to Washington DC, then back to California, and then to Florida, where it has resided for 36 years. Will the tub travel to Texas? No, I'm afraid not. And neither of my brothers wants it.  When I was growing up, it held all the balls and outdoor toys, and lived on our back porch.

July 14, 2013 (8)

I stopped mentioning my embarrassing medical problems, because they were treated in a series of three minor procedures. This sign was by the desk.  I never canceled any appointment, but fortunately they didn't charge me $50.


mistersmearcase at 2013-07-15 20:27 (UTC) (Link)
Why did I never go to Hamilton Pool? I really want to go to Hamilton Pool.
heebie_geebie at 2013-07-15 20:38 (UTC) (Link)
Come visit. Let's make this dream come alive.
mistersmearcase at 2013-07-15 20:55 (UTC) (Link)
God only knows when I'll be back in Austin.
heebie_geebie at 2013-07-15 20:39 (UTC) (Link)
Plus I can apologize to whats-her-face who seems genuinely lovely.
mistersmearcase at 2013-07-15 20:55 (UTC) (Link)
That whole thing was a train-wreck of my clumsy making, but I don't think she feels slighted in any way. If any apology is owed, I am the apologizer.
heebie_geebie at 2013-07-16 00:24 (UTC) (Link)
I'm not particularly distressed over it, either. I mostly bring it up because I'm residually gobsmacked by your identification of her.
mistersmearcase at 2013-07-17 03:04 (UTC) (Link)
It was just a very strong hunch.
heebie_geebie at 2013-07-17 13:38 (UTC) (Link)
Don't be modest.
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