I love cigar boxes. Don’t smoke, just have a little thing for those boxes and a friends saves his for me. Here’s a container that is, ultimately, disposable but is very well made. Is this because it can take a while to smoke a box of cigars and the container has to protect them? (Don’t most cigar smokers put them in a humidor?)
Those little Altoids tins have a bit of this. I hate throwing those tins away because it seems they should be good for something.
The gentleman in the photo above is Dave Weiberg of Greenridge Upholstery. He gave me exactly what I asked for at a great price.
This jar of keys is a family heirloom, handed down from grandfather to father to son. Most of the keys, as I understand the story, were to apartment doors and mailboxes. The family owned apartment buildings and when a tenant got locked out the landlord would come with this jar of keys and and try them, one at a time, until he found the right key. At some point family members tried to bring a little order to this chaos by numbering the keys but the system never caught on. Somewhere — in a door or a landfill — there are locks for each of these keys.
Someone on Mastodon shared this photo of a spectacular sunset.
I couldn’t see the sunset for the wires so I used the Pixelmator Repair Tool to remove them.
Haven’t found an app or program that does this trick as well. Took less than 5 minutes.
Spotted this on the kitchen floor this morning. The prism effect was created by a beveled glass window. The pattern is the result of the light passing through one of those plastic crates. Didn’t last long.
For our 40th wedding anniversary Barb wanted a wind sculpture by a local artist, Michael Mistler. Today Michael — with help from our friend Adam — installed the piece. Afterwards I chatted with Michael for a few minutes about his art.
You can see more of his work here.
Not sure which is worse. Having several great old vehicles you know you’ll never get around to restoring… or to have the time and talent to restore old vehicles but no good prospects. The red and white beauty is a 1975 International Scout II.
The green truck is a 1971 Ford Bronco.
And this wicked window is in a 1961 Scout 80.
