Look on the bright side. That dirt is easily swept up and transferred into plant pots. OTOH, if that had been a jumbo pak of Mega TP rolls, the whole kitchen would have been ankle deep in fluffy white paper shreds. Harrumph.
My $$‘s on ’The Team of B Teams.’ I mean (with apologies to The A-Team’s immortal Mr T, “I pity the poor fool who bets against Goldie AND BabaMouse AND The Robber Mice!”
Historic home living: it’s not a house, it’s an indenture. You will never know what surprises you’re going to find when you attempt that quick little DIY fix.
“My grandfather’s clock was too large for the shelfSo it stood ninety years on the floor.It was taller by half than the old man himselfThough it weighed not a pennyweight more.It was bought on the morn’ of the day that he was bornAnd was always his treasure and pride,But it stopped, short never to go againWhen the old man died”
I learned these lyrics (first verse of the song, first published in 1876 by Henry Clay Work) right after my mama won her antique Joseph Rose (London) long case clock, made sometime between 1750-1780, at an auction in Houston, TX in the mid 1960s. I (now 72 years old) have still got it, and I sing this verse every time I wind it. Yeah, I’m a nut case.
Ah yes, the midnight sound of kat-yakking. Talk about a fail-proof wake-up call! Oogie Boogie and Boudicca (aka The Demon Sibs) are both blowing their winter coats now. :-(
This 5th generation Texan is still wondering why Texas has let this smug, smarmy, supercilious, self-serving narcissist continue to alienate his Senatorial associates and throw his constituency under the bus in his relentless quest for power on a national (versus state) level. Still wondering why I didn’t leave Texas a lot sooner.
Look on the bright side. That dirt is easily swept up and transferred into plant pots. OTOH, if that had been a jumbo pak of Mega TP rolls, the whole kitchen would have been ankle deep in fluffy white paper shreds. Harrumph.