1930 travel poster by one of my favorite artists, Leslie Ragan.
Melis and I are heading to Cleveland this afternoon to spend the weekend with my outlaws. To kill a couple hours with them in the evenings, I’m bringing along Meet the Robinsons, a just-released animated Disney movie. I’m a big fan of children’s book author William Joyce, and this movie is based on his stuff. Who needs kids when you can be one?
Beyond that, I’m hoping to spend the majority of the time in jeans, boots and a thick sweater. There’s nothing better in this world than spending a chilly afternoon traipsing through a pumpkin patch, forest preserve or abandoned farmland, as we did during our visit last Thanksgiving.
Speaking of turkey day, that’s the deadline Melis and I have given ourselves a deadline for finishing up the little improvements around the house. Well.. we’ve given me a deadline, to be more accurate.
• There’s the new dishwasher to buy and install.
• There will be my attempt to earn my carpenter stripes by building a window seat to cover the radiator in the living room.
• Finally there’s the small issue of a full demolition and rebuild in the master bathroom and Melissa’s closet.
It hasn’t been easy, watching this poor woman over the past five years as she crams a 2007 wardrobe into a 1924 closet. I can only surmise that everyone back then dressed like Wilma Flintstone: five little dresses, a necklace made of rocks, and no shoes.
Suffice it to say that November will be busy.
We may also squeeze in a weekend trip to Oregon during November. As we consider relocating someday, and with Melissa’s frequent flier miles piling up… now is as good a time as any to head to the great northwest and explore some of the area’s beautiful towns: from Tillamook and Astoria, to Portland and Hood River. We have wonderful friends there with a vacation home in Cannon Beach that could serve as a base camp of sorts. There’ll be lots of photos and video generated on that trip… so stay tuned, kidlets.
Just in time for the weather to turn cold, I’ve organized our garage to the point that our car now fits inside once more. The Prius has been on the street all summer, so with a lot of recycling, some donations, and the garage sales… everything now fits into the tiny, 20’s brick garage. Yes, even the Vespa – which is tucked into a corner under my custom-built shelves.
I’ll post a photo sometime. I’m happy with how the scrawled-on-a-napkin storage system became a reality.
Finally, I boasted earlier this month that I’d be posting the occasional podcast here. But I’ve run into some complications with the plug-in that displays the player in the browser, so until I can figure out what’s causing the conflict I won’t be uploading anything. For anyone who was looking forward to these, sorry – I’ll try and straighten it out.