See A Little Light
I’m not entirely sure why hanging an old chandelier appeals to me more than a simple trimming of the lawn. It’s probably because the project stays done once it’s completed and doesn’t creep back maliciously, spoiling for a rematch. It might also be that I’ve never been shocked or zapped or otherwise injured by electrical wiring, while errant poison ivy and lawn contraptions have sent me seeking medical attention on at least one occasion. Nevertheless, it took little time and surprisingly little wiring to get the monster up and running this Labor Day. As long as it doesn’t come crashing down amidst chunks of plaster, I’ll call it an unqualified success.
More murals are popping up on the alley’s walls. We’re close to becoming an Electric Company skit soon, and I mean that in a good way.
Most of my author review for the podcasting book is completed, and there’s only a couple more items to attend to. It’s like moving, where you’ve already got the big boxes loaded out to the truck, and now you have to go grab the coffee maker and bathroom trinkets and hustle them out as well. They’re minor details, but there are always more, like small breeding rabbits of text.
The “Composing Digital Music For Dummies” author made me unreasonably happy for mentioning the Samchillian Tip Tip Tip Cheeepeeeee in the book, and the world is a better place for it.