Man, y’all are too kind. Between the comments left on yesterday’s blog entry and also on my Flickr page, I’m gonna get a big head!!!
Then again, I already have an extra-large melon anyhow. My husband and I wear the same size hat, if that tells you anything.
Karyl = ginormous head.
But anyhow. Today Kurt comes home from having duty all night, and begs to go to the awesome all-you-can-eat brunch buffet at this restaurant on the water. But unbeknownst to us, the restaurant no longer has the brunch buffet every weekend. Now it’s a champagne brunch buffet on the last Sunday of the month.
I got cool photos of the marina anyhow, so it wasn’t a complete loss. Plus I finally figured out my circular polarizer filter for my camera. I had used it previously, but I hadn’t been able to really see the difference it makes before as I spun the polarizer around the filter. Today for some reason, maybe all the stars were aligned properly, I was able to really see a difference. The deck to the restaurant (it was such a gorgeous day, of course we had to eat outside) turned a lovely reddish-orange hue with the polarizer spun to the correct angle, while it remained a washed-out light red if you spun it just a little out of true. It was really quite amazing.
Kind of a duh moment, though.
Currently my husband is outside working on the truck. His hands are absolutely filthy, covered in engine grease, and he’s happy as a clam as a result. He could keep his hands clean with the job he has in the Navy, but he still feels it necessary to go down into the engine room and plunge his hands into grease every so often. He just feels better about life when his hands are filthy black.
Maybe it’s a boy thing. I cannot stand to have anything on my hands. And with all the cross-stitch I do, I wash my hands almost obsessively to try to keep from getting oil from my hands on the cloth, which leads to staining. One time I took a big enormous sampler that took me several months to complete to Joann’s to have it framed, and the girl (she was under 18, BoXx, so she was definitely a “girl”) behind the counter kept touching my stitching with her bare hands!!!! It was driving me crazy! If you get hand oils on your cloth, it won’t necessarily show up for quite some time, maybe even years, and once it’s framed, I can’t unframe it and wash it. Finally I asked her politely to please only touch the bare borders with her hands, and she pulled out white gloves. Maybe a little drastic, but she could have done that off the bat.
But anyhow. The moral of the story is I like my clean hands. So there you are.