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Apr. 16th, 2019 09:21 amThe bedroom rug went. I hauled it out from under the box spring (with help from Snip, who was standing on the rug and didn't get why it kept moving) without scratching the floor, and cut up the rug with a box cutter so it's suitable for the trash men to take away. The bedroom floor looks odd because it's naked, and also because where the rug was is darker than the rest of the floor. I ordered two 3 x 5 braided rugs, one for between the side of the bed and the bookshelf and one for between the end of the bed and the laundry hampers.
Side note: cutting up old rugs with a box cutter is more fun than it has any right to be.
I finally gave in to the inevitable and made vegetable curry yesterday. An office conversation going on around me on Thursday got me craving it. I hadn't made it in years, so it was merely adequate (at least when it was brand new; hopefully sitting in the fridge overnight improved it), but at least I didn't make an entire stew pot full, so I won't be eating merely adequate curry for the next week and a half.
I think I need to read fluff for a while, because reading The Nightingale, Midnight in Chernobyl, and The Alice Network back to back is depressing enough for anybody.
Knowing nothing about European building codes, I wonder if Notre Dame is old enough to be exempt from modern standards, or if the rebuilding is going to have to include fire suppression systems. I suspect it's either going to be a massive headache for somebody who has to rebuild it as a historic building, or a massive headache for somebody who has to figure out how to put a sprinkler system in it. (Speaking of depressing. But I take some small comfort in the idea that the Strasbourg cathedral burned to the ground at least twice, and it's still there.)
Trying to figure out what I can feed the graduating class, in the only room we're allowed to have dairy in, that doesn't fall into the "rice and cilantro" category. Nuts are also disallowed, so no Thai and no Vietnamese (and both of those are "rice and cilantro" anyway), and I'm tired of burritos. I think I'll try two or three nationalities of appetizers. Antipasto and tapas and mezze, maybe?
Side note: cutting up old rugs with a box cutter is more fun than it has any right to be.
I finally gave in to the inevitable and made vegetable curry yesterday. An office conversation going on around me on Thursday got me craving it. I hadn't made it in years, so it was merely adequate (at least when it was brand new; hopefully sitting in the fridge overnight improved it), but at least I didn't make an entire stew pot full, so I won't be eating merely adequate curry for the next week and a half.
I think I need to read fluff for a while, because reading The Nightingale, Midnight in Chernobyl, and The Alice Network back to back is depressing enough for anybody.
Knowing nothing about European building codes, I wonder if Notre Dame is old enough to be exempt from modern standards, or if the rebuilding is going to have to include fire suppression systems. I suspect it's either going to be a massive headache for somebody who has to rebuild it as a historic building, or a massive headache for somebody who has to figure out how to put a sprinkler system in it. (Speaking of depressing. But I take some small comfort in the idea that the Strasbourg cathedral burned to the ground at least twice, and it's still there.)
Trying to figure out what I can feed the graduating class, in the only room we're allowed to have dairy in, that doesn't fall into the "rice and cilantro" category. Nuts are also disallowed, so no Thai and no Vietnamese (and both of those are "rice and cilantro" anyway), and I'm tired of burritos. I think I'll try two or three nationalities of appetizers. Antipasto and tapas and mezze, maybe?
