As usual these days, I'm not quite sure what to blog about and have nothing terribly exciting to report. So I've gone through my phone (again) and taken some photos to blog about.
The husbeast, Son of Gadget, has always been very into rheostats (the brightness controls for lights), switches, and other gadgetry. Living in rentals, we never spent much money on anything like that because the only thing more ridiculous than fooling around with the switches in the first place was going back and fooling some more before we moved. So we've had a long series of cheap things purchased, installed, and left behind.
Well. Living in a house we OWN has gone entirely to the husbeast's head. Last week he went out and spent a positively horrifying amount (for anyone less than a gadget head) at the hardware store. I could knit a really nice sweater for what he spent. I've knit really nice sweaters for HALF what he spent. But when he was done, we had things like this all through the kitchen/dining room where we spend the bulk of our time:
On the right is what I call a 'gimp switch'. It's a simple rocker switch, much like a regular light switch, but about an inch wide. MUCH easier to hit as you go past, or with an elbow, or a knuckle on days my hand is really funky.
On the left is the controller for the fan/light over our dining room table. I fear the husbeast went 'round the bend. The gray buttons are high, medium, low, and off for the fan. The round green button is for the light; a simple tap for on or off, hold it down to dim or brighten. At the bottom is a master on/off switch.
He was terribly pleased with himself over this project, and I've gotta say, it is pretty nice. You should see what he did to the back porch lights; we could probably outfit a space shuttle with the stuff we've got in this wall. He's got plans to work his way through the house, room by room, doing this. He's insane. He married me. Go figure.
The Goober's beanbag chair exploded rather hilariously one morning a couple weeks ago, so we went and bought a new one. Nothing very newsworthy about it, but she was sitting in the back seat of my Jeep, patting it and talking to it, and it was cute, so I took a picture.
The Goob is also working on The Art of the Pout:
When she does this, I grab her bottom lip, wiggle it, and yell "WOOBIE WOOBIE!" Then she complains that I'm ruining her bad mood. Yup. That's my job.
There is a family legend about my father-in-law when he was a child. He would put his chair on his head, turn it, and then it would get stuck. After the first time this happened, his mother would stand and laugh at him for a while before taking the chair off his head. So, when the Goober did this on the back porch one afternoon:
I shouted "WAIT!" and ran for the camera. I sent it to my father-in-law's phone with the message "DNA frightens me". I'm told he shrieked with laughter when he saw it.
And Sekhmet is still a cat. She's really enjoying the front door.
Heard her growl at a dog the other day. Good kitty.