Brass

Dylan replaced the cold water valve for the kitchen sink. Remarkably little swearing, only three tries to get it not to leak. He's more competent than he gives himself credit for.

It's only Tuesday, only the second workday off, 4th day off, and I'm feeling the need to do. Maybe not so much, since I was still in my pjs & robe at 1100. It comes and goes is what I'm trying to say. Not making much progress with the dribs and dribbles work of the shop creation, although the work-salvaged paper towels are now contained. More or less.

The bare blinding bulbs of the basement I once mitigated with small papers. Considered recently finding bulb harp lampshades. Dylan found an adapter, which I though would work, but the bulbs are mounted on the joists, and there is no space for a columnar shade. Crap. I made him look at why, and he says, well, why not use some of the white paper work rags, tack them up around the bulb? Instead, I took the foam sheets, also recycled from work, and tacked that up. It helps, diffuses, and floats pleasingly.



Also, polished some brass.





I love our house's brass.


And we got a half dozen jalapeños from El Rancho Market yesterday. We stuffed them, battered (badly, I'm not good at this) fried them, and ate them. Fab. Feeling better for the heat and vegetarian(ish) meal. Egg and cheese, flour and salt. I really want to try the deep fryer we got at the yard sale this summer. Fried spring rolls, jalapeño poppers, worth the experiment. Going to make chili relleños tomorrow. Need to be careful not to rub my eyes. Whoooh. Not that any of this is all that hot, but it's hard to wash off hands, and eyes are delicate creatures.