- Fact – The glass door to an Oster extra-large convection/toaster oven is made of high-quality tempered glass.
- Unfortunately, I found this out when the one I bought Irish Woman to use during our kitchen remodel landed on the concrete basement floor.
- Fact – The behavior of millions of little glass pebbles on a basement floor is proof of the movement of matter after the Big Bang.
- Fact – The easiest way to find the glass you missed while sweeping up the basement is to walk down to the laundry room in bare feet.
- Fact – When the toaster oven hits the basement floor, it automatically gains 1250% of its value in the life of a wife.
- A new stray cat seems to have adopted us.
- I call him ‘Tigger’ because he’s a rather large, affectionate tiger striped gray tabby.
- For a while, we thought he was a she, and were worried that she might be pregnant.
- I am happy to report that he’s not pregnant, just fat.
- Luckily, Tigger seems to get along with the other cats. He has to have been someone’s pet, because he likes scritches from anyone who will take the time and doesn’t run away when we approach. We’ve inquired with the neighbors, but can find nobody who will claim him.
- What is it with critters and our house?
- The old Work in Progress is still with alpha readers, and I’ve begun work on the next idea to make its way to the top of my mind. Making slow progress on this one, but it’s still moving.
- I’m thinking it might be a good idea to start putting naptime into my long-range project plans.
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Posted by daddybear71 on March 1, 2018
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DaddyBear
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OldNFO
/ March 1, 2018Yep, bare feet = ANY broken glass within 10 feet… sigh…
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R Brown
/ March 2, 2018It’s the secret aroma, that suckers exude, that only cat’s and dog’s can smell from blocks away.
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John in Philly
/ March 2, 2018Oddly, the glass lid to one of our largish skillets decided to visit the basement by way of leaping from the shelf, and then rolling down the stairs and impacting on the concrete floor. The result was much as you described.
The difference being that when I was opening my mouth to say, “Remember when I told you that wasn’t the best place to put that lid?” the wisdom fairy appeared before my eyes and smacked me with the “don’t say stupid things” stick. I finished opening my mouth and said, I’ll help you clean that up.
We used to see a fair amount of feral cats, but that number seems to have dropped as the hawk population has grown. Or maybe it’s coyotes that are decreasing the numbers.
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