Baloney 8/12 '14
My baloney has a first name. It is Juan.
My baloney has a first name. It is Juan.
Because it's late and it's time to practice Snorin' Ryu...
I'm watching "Monster Hammerheads" on Shark Week. The narrator hasn't clarified whether hammerheads occasionally dine on humans, but these divers are seeking sharks in excess of 12 feet. At the moment, they're seeking one nicknamed Old Hitler - a gigantic shark who, according to legend, has terrorized the fish in Florida's waters since WWII.
How, you ask, do these divers attract sharks? Silly me - I thought the way to invite sharks to one's location involves dumping chum into the water. Nope. Passé and very 2013. These divers make chumsickles. I suppose they're like McDonalds' chicken mcnuggets - comprised of ground up bits that have no other food use. Yum.
While these amazing, graceful creatures attract and fascinate me (hence my losing hours of my life one week each summer to the Discovery Channel), I remain quite grateful that my 4 1/2 yo's not a strong enough swimmer, yet, to request venturing out beyond the ocean's breakers!
This morning a friend announced her box spring wasn't gonna make it up the stairs. She was given two options: cut it in half or buy a split box spring.
I smiled because I've been there. Cutting a box spring in half sounds like a pain in the ass and a dodgy move; you can buy a split box spring from 1-800-MATTRESS and they work fine. Or get an IKEA bed with wooden slats; they don't require a box spring. That's just rowhouse life.
That reminded me of my longstanding wish for a regularly updated catalog of Stuff Rowhouse Owners Need. My dream catalog would include:
Flat-pack couches you can assemble in your "almost full height" finished basement
Split box springs
Split mattress "bridges"
Smaller ovens, stoves, sinks and fridges that are of high quality
Collapsible shopping carts
Walking shoes (because you're going to)
There is, or was, a Rowhouse Magazine, which eventually became a Wordpress. It was a worthy effort, but I'd like to see resources for ordinary rowhouse owners, rather than the occasional person who lives on Elfreth's Alley and needs to know about Restoration Hardware and $30,000 high-pressure air conditioning that won't violate their historic home status.
And... it's 2014. I could do this. Who's stopping me from doing this?
Me, dammit! At least until One Post Wonder is launched!