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fidelity-ruining conduit
Monday, April 20 2009
Fourtwenty, dood! I've never seen so much fourtwenty coverage in the news as I have this particular fourtwenty. I should mention, by the way, that I do have a small reservoir of non-medicinal marijuana, but, despite the once-a-year nature of the day, I didn't smoke any. In this way, this particular fourtwenty was no different from the last fourtwenty (and all the days in between, give or take three or four).
Down in the greenhouse, I've decided to keep going with the use of stucco'd Wonderboard as the ideal interior surfacing material. Today I cut some thin strips to fit over the wood around the east window. Before screwing it into place, I covered said wood with plastic. Not all of it is treated, and the non-treated stuff has a tendency to grow splotches of black mold. Eventually I will have to cover all of the exposed wood inside the greenhouse (and at this point there isn't much left) with an industrial-strength waterproofing, something like polyurethane.
This evening Gretchen wanted some sort of easy dinner and wished that we lived in a place where we could just call up an Indian or Chinese place and order a delivery. So I said if she'd place the order to Ming Moon in Stone Ridge, I'd drive out there and pick it up. It turned out that we didn't have a Ming Moon menu, and after unsuccessfully trying to find a reasonably generic Chinese menu online, she gave up, made the call and ordered mostly working from the memory of an earlier order we'd once made. She's intrepid and unusually capable when it comes to such things; if I were to attempt something similar, I wouldn't remember the names of the dishes or how to successfully obtain the names, particularly from someone speaking English as a second language through the fidelity-ruining conduit of the American telephone network.
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