Things I am thankful for: conference calls with slideshows. Because I love having to infect my computer with your shitty corporate software that can’t even upgrade itself like it’s 2014.
I’ve been clearing out our basement on and off throughout the year. And by “clearing,” I mean that I have demolished pretty much everything that wasn’t holding up the house. Some findings:
A giant bundle of colorful cloth-braided telephone interconnect wire. I can’t bring myself to throw it out. They don’t make wire this visually interesting anymore. Back in the heyday of copper phone service, Ma Bell had a complicated color coding system to help differentiate the hundreds or thousands of pairs found in cables and wiring plants. I’m more familiar with the major/minor 2-color scheme used today, but some of these wires have 3 colors. Good luck sorting that out!
A wooden box for a Davidson Patent Fountain Syringe, No. 16. Suitable for use as “irrigator, vaginal, anal, childs, sprinkler, and nasal.” I’d prefer not to think about it. The box is full of mismatched iron hinges.
From above the ceiling and behind the walls, a cornucopia of tools. Everything from a tiny oiler to an arborist’s pole saw to a hefty axe marked “property of City of Boston, Sewer Division.” And a rusty cleaver (Halloween?).
The “Winter Vacation Section” from the December 4, 1949 Boston Globe. I wish we could still travel to Florida on the only railroad “streamlined for streamliners.” Or get travel planning help from Miss Hospitality.
I like strange murals.
Either Amazon.com is monitoring my news reading habits, or it’s just succumbing to paranoia. Here is what it recommends I buy today:
At the Seashore Trolley Museum.