Thursday, November 17, 2005
Thursday was devoted to further work on the sewing room, which ultimately would not be completely emptied until our final day in the house. As unessential as most of the contents of that room were, the amount of time spent packing its contents was extensive. And it's hard to imagine putting my mom's wedding dress or my dad's graduation robe out on the street for such an ignominious end.
Thursday was also the third pickup by the FEMA-contracted garbage collectors.
Rectifier tube for an industrial electrostatic precipitator. Makes a great gift.
Next: Friday, November 18, 2005
The computer can't tell you the emotional story. It can give you the exact mathematical design, but what's missing is the eyebrows. (Frank Zappa)