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» Thursday, August 26, 2004
Thursday Threesome

::Cool, blue mornings:

Onesome: Cool-- Well, summer is almost gone (except for those Down Under who are expecting it soon), and the cooler weather is coming. ...and other than those who live in places like Hawai'i, things are about to change. Which do you prefer, the coolness of Winter where you live or the warmth of your Summer?

Summer almost gone? Naw. We've got another month before we get to shut the A/C off.

Now you don't want me to start the "summer sucks" rant again, right? :-) Let's say it will be nice actually having "cool blue mornings" in the future. Right now you walk out of the house in the morning and the air is like a hot, wet washcloth hitting you in the face. And it smells bad. I can't describe the scent, but I would venture a guess at "moldy."

Twosome: Blue-- Today's softball: blue or green? Pick one! ...okay, if it's a tie (high or low), what color do you prefer for decorating or accents?

If left to my own devices, probably everything would be blue. Really, I like having the rooms different colors. The spare room is very cheerful in yellow (although we hadn't planned on so strident a yellow). I would like to paint the living room a pale orange to go with the autumn theme. The kitchen will be apple green, maybe--some day when we can get the energy to remove that nasty wallpaper. Same with the hall bath which will be a bluish-grey and have a sea/lighthouse theme.

Threesome: Mornings-- Mornings, afternoons, evenings, nights... What's your favorite time of day? ...and what makes it so for you?

I like evenings and nights. It means the family is all together, having supper, reading or playing a game or watching the idiot box, but all there under one roof. The dog is underfoot and the bird sings. Morning--ugh. A rush out the door, too much light too early.