Stuck on sidelines again for the Boston Marathon. I was told by the ortho doc and a couple of PT’s that my injured knee could take six months to recover. It’s been four, and it’s starting to feel better.
Here’s a brief look at the scene this morning, as the second wave of the 27,000 participants was queuing up for the starting line that’s way up over the hill. Carol can be glimpsed at the end ducking through a corral, followed by Eric, who waves.
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It’s time to take some time off from the blog. I have a lot that must get done at home. If anything extra good comes up I’ll post it, but otherwise I need to get my attention focused on other things for the next 2-3 weeks.
Bismo has us watching the TV spy farce ‘Chuck’ on DVD. It’s a lot of fun. Here’s a sample.
A week ago I talked about the leak around the water feed pipe coming into the basement, and my clever way of getting the water to go into a bucket.
The seal around the pipe failed during an exceptionally heavy rain that fell on top of snow, so my next challenge was to plug the gap around the pipe. I used Loctite epoxy putty.
All you have to do is cut the amount of putty you need, then knead it to activate the epoxy. Once mixed, you have 10-15 minutes to mold it before it sets. I don’t know yet whether or not the leak is fixed, but if it is all it took was half of a $4 tube of putty.
A couple of years ago I featured adorable Sumpy the sump pump. We’re getting a lot of rain, and I was expecting Sumpy to kick in, but he can’t help tonight, because there’s water coming in from the other side of the basement, around the water supply pipe, where it’s never been before. After getting tired of using the wet-dry vac, I came up with this idea to get the water into a bucket, and it’s working OK.
I get to be semi-lazy today, because these items were all handed to me by friends.
First, I refer you back to my Elvisible post. Those photographs were taken by Alfred Wertheimer, and published in a book called “Elvis ’56: In the Beginning.” Denro points out an article in Vanity Fair called Elvis at 21, about a traveling exhibit of Wertheimer photos.
Next, SamJay notes an unusual auto accident of sorts, near Boston, where a Ferrari fell off a truck. I have to say, it’s hard to feel bad for somebody who can afford a car that costs almost a quarter of a million. Ernie Boch, Jr. inherited a chain of car dealerships from his father, the late Ernie Boch, who was one of the richest men in Massachusetts and was well known for his sales pitch “Come on down!” Boch Jr.’s vocation may be cars, but his avocation is blues guitar, and he has a Boston-based band called Ernie and the Automatics. My one experience with a Boch dealership, in ’02, wasn’t good. The guy handling the loan left us for over half an hour, and when I got fed up and found him, he was just shooting the breeze with someone. Then he botched the paperwork, as we found out when he sent a FedEx package to us a few days later. After I took care of that he failed to follow through on something he promised he would do.
This last item is by far the most personal. tastewar forwarded a link about a stack of old love letters that were found in London.
It’s a lovely, somewhat tragic story, but I have to question the motive and judgment behind its publication. I am assuming that Anna left the letters behind unintentionally. If neither she nor her lover from long ago agreed to have their romance revealed, then why was it? And aren’t I just compounding the offense right now? I’ll justify it with the references in the article to the Beatles and Swinging London.
