The Times, They Are A-Changin'

What is not changing is the on-time performance at That Old House.

Late again, to join Mary of Little Red House for Mosaic Monday, and Susan of Between Naps On The Porch for Metamorphosis Monday.

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I have a tiny excuse; my husband fiddled with something called drivers in the desktop computer yesterday, and I'm not saying that had anything to do with my not being able to load pictures from my camera, but . . . .

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Anyway, I've got three transformations to show you.
Inside, outside, and inside where it's too dark to read.
Don't worry, it will all be clear if you keep reading.

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First Inside Metamorphosis!

The renovation of the kitchen proceeds.
Template Man came and did his thing with wood and staples and indecipherable marks:


We were asked to go to the fabricators and approve our soapstone slab on Saturday, so we did. Much to our surprise, it was not what we had in mind; way too much veining. We want a quiet, plain look. I'll be tramping around a stoneyard tomorrow!

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Second Inside Metamorphosis Involving a Place Where It Is Too Dark To Read!

When we returned from our foray to the stone fabricators, we found that our dog, Mr. Dion DiPoochy had availed himself of an entire package of hot dog rolls, meant for guests that evening:


See the leather sofa in the upper left shot? It is in our sunroom, and from there it is a quick hop for Mr. Dion to the kitchen counter, where he snatched one of those bags, brought it back to earth, ripped it open, and ate all but one tiny crumb of eight buns. 8 buns. 8 of them down the hatch.

He spent the rest of the day trying to stand up.

The metamorphosis in this? Well, other than Dion's visibly inflated belly,
let's just say those 8 rolls were quite unrecognizable when next they saw the light of day.

We usually have a barrier so that Dion can't take that route to the counter,
but we'd moved it because of the templating. Lesson learned.

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Third, and Outside, Metamorphosis!

Sunday morning:

Much to my surprise, Saturday night brought us temperatures in the mid-20s.

My beloved pink begonias, that have bloomed like gangbusters since May, finally succumbed to the cold. The Hydrangeas withered and curled up. The big Forsythia turned psychedelic colors. The grapevine is nearly bare, although some grapes are hanging on. A couple of frozen green tomatoes cling to shriveled vines.

Now that is a change. Anyone ready for spring yet?
Okay, I'll do Thanksgiving and Christmas and New Year's, but then I want Spring!

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Now, about that "inside where it's too dark to read" bit? This quote from Groucho Marx always makes me laugh:

"Outside of a dog, a book is a boy's best friend.
Inside of a dog, it's too dark to read."

Just ask those eight hot dog buns! -- Cass