It is September, After All

I came across this picture from when I was without heat last year.  It's been cool here in the mornings and at night, making it my fondest wish that Fall is here and we can get all warm and snuggly soon.
 

Not So Much Moving Now

I've had a blistering headache since the weekend, so staying still has been a necessity.  Here are some non-sequiturs I've been saving:

You unwrap a head of lettuce, right?  You cut/tear the amount you need for a salad.  There is now less lettuce, yes?  Then how come you can never get the remaining lettuce completely re-covered??????  I didn't cut off any plastic wrap!!!!!!

My "trick" for spelling "Mississippi" is reciting the words of a Bobbie Gentry song.  None of the "crooked letter / humpback" stuff.  And yes, I sang the lyric as I typed the first sentence.

My best friend's younger brother once told us how to remember the difference in spelling "dessert" versus "desert."  You'd want two desserts --- hence, the two s's --- while one desert --- and one s --- would be plenty.

I was embarrassingly old when I realized the remarkable meshing of my mother's maiden name: England,  and my father's middle name: Briton.

If it's taking you to a lower floor, shouldn't it be called a "de-escalator"?

Does anyone else sometimes use the reverse on your phone camera as a mirror?

If you forget to take your neuro/memory boost tablets, isn't that a sign that they aren't working?

How I got to him is a long, curvy story, but I've found out that Hermann Rorschach (yes, of the test) was kind of cute.

 

Movement

Yesterday, I moved a lot of the furniture in the den around.  On a complete whim.  No, there won't be many photos because not everything is truly settled, and the carpet needs work.  (Indentations and little stains you forget you'd covered over.)  

  You probably know that one wall in the den is this:

I moved my desk into that far corner, and now have empty wall space for more things.

My lower stomach muscles are reminding me that when you're 61 and live alone and some of what you want to move is heavy and unwieldy, they are going to let you know about it.  

Great News to Share

Twinnie will soon be published!

 

Today, I Am Sad

I don't know why.  Nothing has happened --- or not happened --- that would cause me to feel this way, but I sure do.

 

After-Action Report

A good subtitle for the contest would have been "The Running of The Jasons."  (Bateman, Momoa, Sudeikis)

Matching photos was surprisingly non-stressful this year, mostly because forbad myself to spend hours (yes, plural) looking for good ones. 

The trickiest photo pairs were between one nominee who seems to smile all the time and one nominee who seems to not smile all time.  LOTS of pairs put me in that jam.

One of my favorite match-up picture sets was Jason Bateman vs. Prue Leith.  It looked like they were each giving the other a skeptical side-eye.

I liked the Scottish poetry of McGregor vs. McTavish.  And, yes, I tried to have photos of both of them in kilts.  The way CrowdSignal formats photos, though, none of the pictures would come through clearly.

Nicolaj Coster-Waldau's last name is fun to type.  His first name, not so much.

Somewhere, there are black and white portraits of every nominee, allowing me to use them in the contest.  This is my hope.

I'm still working on a name for the bowl.  As the successor to The Fedora of Fate, it deserves something special.

Just So You Know

These are my worksheets from the last few weeks:

Another wrap-up tomorrow.