Now the crops are all scattered
Saturday morning, well, the first challenge was getting dressed without showing anything to the neighbors, because we get up late and there were no blinds or drapes or anything. My mother would explain this was because they were being repaired, and they had the replacement Venetian blinds that just had to be put up. bunny_hugger and I also wondered why the heck the air conditioning wasn't on given that it was in the upper 80s and had been a hot, muggy night. My father later talked about the air conditioning being working, so apparently, it had needed time to think about what it had done.
Also, I needed to do some garage-searching, because when I left the house in May, I'd left behind a box of stuff I figured to need when I came back next --- books for the return flight, things I had to sort out yet, and the Wild Mouse bolts to be an anniversary present. When my parents rearranged the guest room, that box went to ... who knows where, and it could have been anywhere, including quite reasonably the storage locker which my parents have been using as a Stuff Surge. I could disappear to the garage or attic a bit without attracting attention, but getting to the storage locker without my wife noticing I was gone a half-hour or more would be quite the feat. My father thought it was all in the garage, though, and so it was. While my wife showered I was able to get the bolts out and hidden for Sunday, our anniversary.
Adding to the general mysteries of the garage: we couldn't find my mother's summer clothes, this spring; the boxes where they were supposed to be just weren't in the attic, the garage, or the neighbor's attic. This would seem to clean out all the possible places for them. There were some boxes with ``SUMMER CLOTHES'' written on them sitting in the hallway, so I asked where they had turned up. ``They didn't,'' my mother said. The bins were full of her winter clothes, which were not missing. Ah. I checked around the attic again --- and it is remarkably more empty than it has been since my parents first moved in --- but no, there's no sign of her summer clothes even in the clearance-sale arrangement up there. I'm kind of curious about the stuff she is wearing, what with it being summer and all. Also I'm curious about the weird clothing-devouring spacetime anomaly in my parents' attic.
Besides the guest room and study rearrangements, we'd also see, my parents had replaced several light fixtures in the living room, kitchen, and dining area, mostly replacing fluorescent lights with hanging fixed structures and replacing a chandelier over the table with one of those spot lights hanging from metal rods that you see in those shows on Home and Garden TV where people who have no business buying houses go off and buy houses. The overall effect of the arrangements was to make me say, ``I can't believe you'd ever lived any other way than this'', which my father smiled and thanked me for, and my mother said something about how the old way had been at my father's insistence. Major changes in lifestyle such as moving do inspire tense moments.
Trivia: By the opening of the 1893 Columbian Exposition, the Westinghouse Electric Company installed 250,000 ``stopper'' light bulbs, about three times the contract's original estimate. Only 180,000 of them were meant to turn on any night, leaving 70,000 as a margin against burnout. Source: Empires of Light: Edison, Tesla, Westinghouse, and the Rce to Electrify the World, Jill Jonnes.
Currently Reading: Robbing The Bees: A Biography of Honey, The Sweet Liquid That Seduced The World, Holly Bishop.