Tuesday, October 14, 2008

Live From The New House

The cabinets are in boxes in the living room and the bathrooms are painted with primer only and there is no grout between the slate tiles yet and the window screens are in boxes in the garage and the landscape consists of orange brown subsoil and the places where the second floor is open to the ground floor have no railings and there are gaps in the heating ducts and in the plumbing and there are no light fixtures installed so the only light is from one floor lamp and some clip-on utility lights and the only furniture is a lawn chair and paint can end tables and my sleeping bag, but . . . WE HAVE INTERNET SERVICE. Okay, my wireless card does not talk to the phone company's broadband service, so I am cabled to the wall right now, but still! I am blogging live from the new house at the lake! But I better not include much content because there are bathrooms to paint and I am burning daylight here online!


Anonymous said...

That is very exciting news!!

Gene Redlin said...


Where did the term Burning Daylight come from?

AND, don't move in till it's done. I did that a couple times. Projects stop when you do.

Glad it's going well. I'm looking forward to my invite to the Open House.

goprairie said...

Burning daylight - well, for us it is a camping term - as in get to camp and get the tent set up and don't linger on the scenic vistas so long that you end up setting up the tent in the dark - or in the morning, get up early and break camp and hit the trail before too much of the day is wasted in camp. "Let's GO; we're burnin' daylight here!"

Gene Redlin said...

The Burning Daylight source is from Romeo and Juliet by Shakespeare Act 1, Scene 4. Only a Shakespeare Geek would know this, but I am one.


A torch for me: let wantons light of heart
Tickle the senseless rushes with their heels,
For I am proverb'd with a grandsire phrase;
I'll be a candle-holder, and look on.
The game was ne'er so fair, and I am done.


Tut, dun's the mouse, the constable's own word:
If thou art dun, we'll draw thee from the mire
Of this sir-reverence love, wherein thou stick'st
Up to the ears. Come, we burn daylight, ho!


Nay, that's not so.

This brought to you by the master of worthless information.

goprairie said...

okay, now read lois erdich's latest, a plague of doves, and tell me WHY the guy that did it did it? i must have missed something but i don't wanna reread it.