Okay, okay… folks have said:
“Gee Flip, where are all those remodeling photos?!??!?! And why is the URL so long and hard to remember?”
…so I am going to oblige. My home remodeling is chronicled here, on my .Mac homepage.
Obviously it’s farther along than the photos indicate, and I have even vacuumed the den. 
But in all seriousness, I’ll post more photos eventually showing the finished product, especially once I have the kitchen properly painted.
I found this classic video clip which reminds me why it can be dangerous to ask a woman for directions on the street…
This is #2 on the list of “most humbling experiences… ever”. On the way to a meeting this morning, I neglected to double check that my garage door had been raised I enough, and I… well… just look at the photos to see why I feel like Homer Simpson in the middle of a D’oh moment!
On the plus side, $97 later, Overhead Door had a repair in place to get the door working again. Also, from the outside, you can’t tell anything is amiss, allowing me to keep up the illusion that everything is okay within my little castle…
That said, I count myself lucky that all I got were two scratches on the rear fascia. Hmmm… perhaps when the remodeling on the house is properly paid off, I may consider a Tiger Shark rear fascia like the blue car in this picture
Today has been action packed…
First, I flew out at the crack of dawn (oooh, an allusion to “The Office”), but during the drive to the airport, I saw a burning Honda. This wasn’t a minor little flameout, but a full-fledge conflagration that shut down all traffic heading north on I-295.
Got to the airport, flew to New Orleans. My first official action upon arriving? Eating crawfish! I peel ‘n eat like a two year old, but they are tasty little mini-lobster-like creatures who deserve to be savored. “Pinch the tails, suck the heads…”
Then I embarked on the long, hard, trek to Boston. Let me just say this — it was about a six hour flight, which was punctuated by the pilot telling us, upon arriving at a stopover in Philadelphia, that “the steering gear seems to have failed”. When you’re on an airplane and you hear steering and failure, there’s a healthy knot in your stomach when you consider what those words could have meant had something gone wrong when the plane was decelerating upon landing and trying to take a hot turn onto a taxi way!!!
That said, I’m alive, coherent, and in Boston…
To paraphrase the great Christopher Walken…
“I have a fever… and the only cure is… more Corvettes!”
I spent way too much time practicing idolatry…. er.. umm… I mean washing and waxing my car. It’s been so dirty that I’ve been ashamed of it when folks compliment me on it. So finally, after applying a healthy coat of Zaino to it, I got my car nice and sparkly.
I submit for your approval, these cool photos I took this morning: