...also...

The Oatmeal told me that:

Yay!

Tin Ceiling

So, we have 2 options with placement for the tin ceiling (which is so fantasticly awesome it is awesome). I did some Photoshop "sketches" to scale - this is the actual pattern!!!

Option 1: The entry is on the right, so either there is a 1/2 tile on the side you walk in (right wall), but the ceiling fan will be centered:


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OR

Option 2: The 1/2 tile is on the far wall, but the fan is then off-center:


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Garden!

Our garden is GROWING!

(One of my posts earlier has photos from about a month ago if you want to compare :)

And here are the 2 plots. We made PAK CHOY with GINGER and GARLIC last night saute'd in Sesame Oil. YUMMY. We've also had salad out of the garden. We got started a little late (being the first year and all), so hopefully next year we'll have everything earlier.

The Hydrangea Bush out back is AMAZING!

Here it is AFTER I clipped the flowers below:

Notes from the road...continued...

I lift the plastic shade, covering the porthole with my body, conscious the brightness will wake the traveler on my left. I squint against the invading glare forcing my eyes to adjust. Shifting, my peanut-head now rests against the glass.

The changes in scenery are subtle at 30,000 ft. In the distance a soft serve peak glides left to right.

David Bowie is rocking out Starman. DB says he's "waiting in the sky, wants to come and meet us, but thinks he'll blow our mind." I am lost for a moment thinking on Bowie's once make-up and costume choices.

...

There is a moment when sky melts into clouds - when the white rolling clouds turn the palest then brightest then deepest of blues.

Far below folks are finishing dinner, children settling in to do their homework or being called in as the light fades out of the day. Perhaps a glance at the clock - 7:30 pm. Still a half hour of daylight! A businessman pauses in throught appreciating the extra daylight Spring brings.

His lighted freedom hours (6 -8 pm) pass by my window in 10 minutes. Brightness to dusk to sunset to twilight to evening before I can sketch it. The clouds are an ocean, the horizon safely far beyond a comprehensible distance. The change is gradual, immediate, and sudden all at the same time - now all is an abyss. The complete darkness outside bears down on the plane - pressing against my tiny window. If the darkness is allowed in she will consume all the air and light inside. We will suffocate inches from each other. I will hear our communal gasping over "Hey Jude" playing through the buds in my ears. Perhaps in these last moments folks would grope for a hand, holding a comrad - offering no comfort or support, but an understanding and strenght in a shared tragedy.

Eventually we fly where the clouds have abandoned the earth and billions of tiny and tinier mostly orange lights outline the landscape - highway constellations, village constellations, poka-dotted squares light a deserted mall parking lot. The spell is broken, and I watch as we drop in altitude and gain the depth of buildings and homes.