the world is your acorn

Yeah, I’m at home waiting for the freakin carpenters. The plumbing shenanigans are over, but we still have no closet. In fact, they had to take two of our three closets apart, so there’s just junk piled all over the house, and all our clothes are either hanging off doorknobs or heaped in piles on various chairs. The guys were supposed to come repair the wall today between noon and 1, and of course they’re not here yet. It’s ok, it’s not like I have anything better to do with my time than sit around and wait for them. Motherfuckers.

We also got last month’s electric bill. It’s twice what we’ve paid in the past, and we were away for one of those weeks. I’d venture to guess that it has something to do with the fact that we are heating the backyard through the various drafty areas in the bedroom. I wish there were some sort of epinions site for landlords, because I’d definitely share my thoughts about our experience here.

Over at The Education Wonks there is a discussion on this question:

If you could give an “F-” to the person of your choice, who would you give that “F-” to and why?

I’m thinking about it, an resisting the urge to make it about politics.
Anyone else?

Cool Hunting has a post about Ruth Marshall, who exhibited some knitted pelts at Scope Art Fair in Miami. I’m fascinated.