Week 9: Treacle Pudding
Our home is normally a calm and tranquil space. We held an early birthday party for our youngest this week and the house was invaded briefly by a small horde of excited children who tore through the house, terrified the dog, ate all the food and took peace and quiet hostage. But Little E had fun, and that’s what it’s all about.
Another week off work beckons, and this time I’ll be doing something useful with it. The small deck that leads out on to our back garden was at the end of its life when we moved in four years ago - and now most of the wood has the consistency of a well done treacle pudding. This week I’ll rip it all out and rebuild it. I enjoy working with timber. It’s reasonably cheap, you don’t need crazy expensive tools, and if you do it wrong (which I will) it’s easy to tear out and start again.
There have been many things lost to the onward march of technology, but the thing I miss the most is picking the dirt from the rollers in my rollerball mouse.
From the net:
- More great photos at FlaskBak: Hanging Out in Leakey, Texas in 1973
- Paul Chadeisson creates amazing conceptual science fiction images. [Instagram]
- I’m fascinated by the little self made paths that you find throughout cities - tiny little fuck you’s to the people who tell us where to walk: Desire Paths: The illicit trails that defy urban planners [Guardian]
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