Lightening The Load-Bearings

A day of semi-progress and semi-leisure. Moving towards a goal and purging the house of unnwanteds. Like dead things. Dead thing Mikey, dead things. Now vaulted ceilings almost seem like a must in addition to a want.

After our gross-out itchy morning of heeby-jeebies and pink glass fiber we cleaned up and did a recycling run and a storage run. We are getting out moneys worth out of that unit. We could win an award I think. It's one of the things I'm most proud of in the whole world, locked behind an orange metal door on the 3rd floor of a warehouse on business 209. Check it out. 

 Lunch at Sarah's, cuz cheap and easy. They're menu leaves little to be desired, but it's conveniently located so...

The ice festival is going on. It's better that last years but, that really isn't saying much. We put Yuula on this throne to get a shot but I guess her frozen butt noticed the throne was made of ice before I could focus so you get crying baby ice queen.

We stopped in at the record shop to see what we could see. I picked up used copies of Talking Book, a Donovan comp and Nina Simone's classic covers album Here Comes The Sun. I also delved into their bargain bin where you can get 20 lps for $10. So I did. I don't mind a little nicked up cover art. My twenty included Simon & Garfunkel's Bookends, Joni Mitchell's Blue, Carpenter's Close To Me, Jackson Browne's For Everyman, Cat Stevens Teaser And The Firecat and Air Supply's Greatest Hits. Hey I needed to get to 20. Threw a few weird one and some holiday albums in and I was at the checkout, with a handful of plastic sheets to boot.

We returned home to try and do a little more excavation upstairs but didn't get all that far. Dinner, skype with aunt Dani and now the nightly Wibbly Pig viewing where of course Laura is the one who fell asleep and Yuula is wide-eyed and ready for some forward rolls.  Maybe I'll chase her into her room with some dead attic critters.