Coté

I have two personal maxims that generally apply to all situations in my life: Life's too short to live by them rules. What the fuck else am I doing with my time? The first is especially useful when you're fucking around with some stupid technology or instructions that want you to do something tedious - or futzing around too much trying to perfect something, like organizing my photos or music collection.

We'd been away from the house for a few weeks, and it rained plenty. The result was a "jungle" in the backyard which required some weed-whacking and high mowing:

We'd been away from the house for a few weeks, and it rained plenty. The result was a "jungle" in the backyard which required some weed-whacking and high mowing:

We'd been away from the house for a few weeks, and it rained plenty. The result was a "jungle" in the backyard which required some weed-whacking and high mowing:

We'd been away from the house for a few weeks, and it rained plenty. The result was a "jungle" in the backyard which required some weed-whacking and high mowing:

This is a little "home archeology." Our relatively young home was built in 1949 and under the large kitchen add-on we have, there's (at least) two structures: an old porch that was left there stupidly as a support beam and the remnants of an early kitchen floor - two or three levels of it! This tile is from one of those kitchen floor layers. When we redid the support under our kitchen we found pieces of this tile.