The dark mutterings of a former mild-mannered reporter for a large metropolitan daily newspaper, now living in obscurity in central Indiana.
Monday, January 28, 2019
46 years ago
I've made several scans of the Rolling Stones photos I shot on July 12, 1972 at the Indiana Convention Center, but never gave much attention to the handful of images I shot of the opening act - Stevie Wonder.
Here are a couple of the best shots.
Tuesday, January 22, 2019
CS6 Master Collection for $99
I lost Photoshop when the Dell folks had to wipe my hard drive late last year. I've been limping along with Affinity, wishing I could afford a new copy of Photoshop.
Then, last night I saw an ad on Facebook for the Adobe Creative Suite 6 Master Collection, on sale for $99 instead of the regular $499.
Out came the credit card and now I have the latest version of Photoshop, Acrobat, Illustrator, and a bunch of other programs that I know nothing about.
Woo-freaking-hoo!
Saturday, January 19, 2019
Back on the treadmill
I'm back in the gym, thanks for Humana Medicare Advantage and the Silver Sneakers program that gets me a free membership in the local YMCA.
I did 2 miles on the treadmill on Wednesday and would have done more after that if weather and freelance writing hadn't gotten in the way. Now we're in the middle of a winter storm with rain, freezing rain and snow that will curtail my travel for another day or two.
But it feels good to be in motion again.
Back on its track
This pocket door has been off its track and unusable for decades.
It was that way when we bought this house in 2000 and probably long before than because we found coal dust in and around the track from which it hangs. I tried to put it back on its track when we bought the house, but quit when I realized it would mean tearing into the woodwork - something I was not prepared to do.
Austin said fixing it has been his dream since we first moved in back in the spring of 2001 and he's fulfilling his dream. He tore off the woodwork on the other side of the door the other evening and figured out how to get the door back on its track, lubricating it with a dry lubricant made by the WD-40 folks.
The door dates from the original construction of the house in 1903 and separates the parlor from the dining room.
I cleaned off the dust and cobwebs this afternoon and went over it with a furniture cleaner/moisturizer bringing out some of the hidden beauty of his heavy oak door.
Excuse the hideous purple paint. That's what happens when renters are left to paint over wallpaper without asking the landlord.
Sunday, January 06, 2019
Magazine pages for wallpaper
Our upstairs bathroom remodel is proceeding apace. We spent the last couple of evenings removing multiple layers of wallpaper and paint. Maria said the woman we bought the house from back in 2000 told her that many years ago she used magazine pages for wallpaper and here is an example that probably hasn't seen the light of day since the 1950s or earlier.
The walls are an odd mixture of plaster and drywall.
A journey of 1,000 miles...
I took the first step on my journey to fitness this afternoon.
The main reason why I signed up with Humana for their Medicare Advantage program was for the Silver Sneakers benefit that gets me free membership in the local YMCA.
I signed up at the Y last week and did my first treadmill mile this afternoon. I have an appointment with a trainer Wednesday morning to get checked out on the equipment and presumably to get a structured workout program.
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