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| My Favorite Bathing Beauty |
Well, the forms came off this morning and
the fire pit is finally revealed in all its sublime horrible glory. I’ve still
got some pointing up to do but for my first ever cement project I’m extremely
pleased at how well it came out but I have to admit it is extremely ugly. The
key feature remains that it is functional. I even sloped the base towards the
rear so nothing will roll out. I’m sure this would haunt the dreams of a
trained mason but I’m taking more than appropriate pride in how it came out. It
was a lot more work than I thought going in and esthetics have never been my
strong suit (could be from having to look in a mirror for the past sixty or so
years).
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| The Last Forms |
I’m sure my Favorite Panamanian, who
returns tonight, will have some very polite suggestions as to my lack of architectural
grace but the fire pit and I are in this together. I may consider lining the
outside with exposed stone but the fire place itself rocks! Trust me. I will adamantly
oppose her first inclination which I’m sure will be to buy me a large sledge
hammer.
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| The Result |
Finally the fire pit project also brought
the death knell for my last pair of running shoes. When running was a part of
my daily routine I used to go through a couple pairs of shoes per year. These
shoes are the last ones remaining and the ones I wore for that last run in 2013
before the doctors gave me the choice of continuing to run or have my knee
amputated. I really miss those runs but these shoes gave me an additional four
years of lawn mowing, Thanksgiving football games, and assorted other projects
but are now falling apart. Several semi-important pieces fell off during my
hillside adventures this week. I replaced them with possibly the most comfortable
sneakers I’ve ever owned but my wife has issue with the white color. A basic
style disagreement as I chose comfort over fashion. This will teach her to
leave me to own devices.
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| The Old Shoes |
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| Instant Comfort |
Making the final cement pours last
night went faster than anticipated and I finally snuck out for a movie or more
appropriately a Cringe-a-thon. I went to see Ingrid Goes West which had me flinching
throughout. It was that good. Aubrey Plaza dominates as the cringe master
playing a deranged internet stalker with enough resources to travel west and
haunt the life of a social media maven. The cringes come because Plaza veers
from almost likable to insanely stalkerish. I was visibly wincing as her character
couldn’t help but victimize herself (and everyone else involved) repeatedly. The
film is an excellent expose on the extremely limited depth of social media
types. The only character remotely likable in the cast is Ice Cube’s son who resembles
his dad so much as to question whether he is fact a clone. This is Plaza’s film
though and she abandons the brash personae most of her roles called for and
this works because despite all the evidence against her you can’t help but feel
her pain. I’ll never see this movie again because of how uncomfortable it made
me feel at times (caring about a stalker) but it was a fun ride.
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