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Monday, Aug. 23, 2004 - 5:29 a.m.

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Old Photos on a Sunday

Ok, so this entry is gonna finally have some pics... I think they've been a little sparse lately, sorry... these are shots I took with my camera of photo albums at the family reunion. So they might be a bit blurry, being photos of photos, taken inside no less.

Well, today I bought a... tada!!! DEHUMIDIFIER!!... yup, the very ones I was casing this week have gone on sale TODAY!

Copyright H. Otto, da wench as babeeee... 1963... mom's hand
They got in about a million of them, but one is all i need. So far it has sucked about 8 liters (that's like two gallons for you Americans) of water out of the air. Boggling. The only things I don't like is the constant buzz I can hear in the house now, even if it is in the basement... not much in my house makes noise (no forced air furnace, no air conditioner, no humidifier etc)... AND the realization that now I have some climate-change machine using energy in my house. I realize that electric heaters are already climate-change machines, as are flourescent plant lights, but still.... urk. SIgh. More and more energivore middle-class North American I am. grrr

Copyright H Otto, da wench on first birthday, 1964
Dang I'm tired. Oh well, I shall finish this entry. I really haven't gotten done all I wanted to get done this weekend. I hoped to get a poster painted for the Toronto client, get some more work done on my illo website, and work on the characters for the upcoming dog book... I admit I wasted a lot of time. I went to the park with doggies for hours yesterday afternoon, and today I ended up talking with an old workmate from the Fine Arts Store (circa 1986-88) who happened by the coffeeshop for dinner, where i was being a good girl and drawing yesterdays (!!) and today's comics.
Ended up chatting and chatting, trying her little scooter (one just needs a driver's license, not a motorcycle license... it goes max 60 mph). And she even came over to see my house. So I lost about 4 hours there... !!
Anyhews... people are so fallible. Yup. First me... I went to buy these peaches at $1.99 a basket... and the girl goes "those are for jam, they aren't good for eating"... and I was like "it's fine, I'm gonna freeze them with sugar"... But she was right, they are horribly pasty and dry. Urk. I don't want to use them, but what am I gonna do with them? Feed them to the large slugs in the backyard???
Copyright H Otto, da wench at 11 yrs old, with little brother
Anyways, here are a few photos of my brother... he was two years younger than me... I think he was such a cute kid. Please indulge me:

Copyright H. Otto: little brother grinning cuz he got a hatchet for his 11th birthday!

Copyright H Otto... The forementioned 11th birthday.

Copyright H Otto... A birthday smile.
Then, it turns out that whoever screwed 8 metal squares onto the shelves I am painting (and finished tonight) did not make it square first. Duh. So I had to take them all off, square it up and rescrew them all on. Jeepers.

And then the final goofiness.. I realized when I was downstairs taking some tools down now that it is not so damp... that I have boxes with screws and nails, I have three toolchests, all sorts of stuff taking up space, ON a workbench, and the workbench has cupboards and drawers in it, and they are all EMPTY!! DUH DUH DUH wenchie!!

So I will clean it out, and put all those tools and screws and whatnot away and suddenly they will take NO space. Jeesh, I have lived here for 5 years, and have worked ON the toolbench, leaned things against it, and put stuff on it, and never thought... oh! it is empty! It has shelves! and cool spaces inside the doors to hang tools, all with the appropriate tools outlined. Duh duh duh on me.

Copyright 1989 Wench77.. yup, that is me, with henna-d lock of hair over my eyes, funky nice sweater from Ogilvy's of all places (hoighty toighty), and affected shirt collar
Well, I am daring to suggest to the woman I took voice lessons from last summer that I try out for an alto position in the women's choir she runs... I saw an ad for altos. EEK... It would be very very cool.. they do everything from medieval to motown. I doubt I can sing well enough, or read music well enough, but I am going for it. yup. Well, you know what? I am so tired I can't even remember what I wanted to write about today. I am just braindead. oh well. So I am signing off.

If you have been gone all weekend, remember to read my last two or three entries. Thanks!

Oh, yeah, and click on the October 8th boycott thingie over there under the Ganesh, ok?

zzzz, at 6:10 am,

me, wenchie.

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