Another glass tragedy

In keeping with my recent theme I have another broken glass tragedy to share.

Remember a couple of weeks ago when it was International Cabernet Day?

I broke wine glasses.


As in two.

Fortunately no wine was harmed.


The first one broke as I was hand washing it.  The piece just broke off in my hand.  It didn’t draw blood.  And it didn’t even cut my rubber gloves.

The second glass broke when I put it in the dishwasher to drain (my dish drainer was full) and tried to push the upper rack into the dishwasher.  The glass was too tall.  I realized that fact as soon as I heard the tinkling of the shattering glass.

This is the reason I buy inexpensive glasses.

Hederlig wine glass from IKEA

Hederlig wine glass from IKEA

A clearer view

I got shut off from the outside world on Monday.


It was just a temporary situation as two men came Wednesday to remove the broken glass.


I was surprised that they didn’t wear eye protection or gloves as they dismantled the glass shards.  I know I wouldn’t be handling anything like that without something covering my eyes or hands.  They didn’t have any idea why the glass broke either.  Settling building?  Temperature change?  My shoe?


The broken glass looked like diamonds.

When they finished removing all the glass, they taped over the edge to keep any remaining glass bits from falling out.


They said it will be more like 4-6 weeks for a replacement.


At least I can see outside again.


When I got to work today, the crackled glass was beginning to bulge.  Not a good sign.

The maintenance man came over and covered it with cardboard.


Word is that it will take 3-4 weeks to get the window replaced.

Seriously?  3-4 weeks?

Seems like everything in this building takes 3-4 weeks to get repaired.  According to the weather alarmists forecasters, we could have snow in 3-4 weeks.

At least the outer window pane is still intact.  For now.


It sounded like a shot

I had wild moment at work on Thursday.

It was around 11:00 in the morning and I was sitting at my computer doing something when I saw a flash out of the corner of my eye then heard a loud bang.

It sounded like a shot.

Then the crackling started.*


The window was broken.  But it didn’t fall.


Everyone in the office heard the bang and came running when I said, “My window just broke!”


We went outside to see if we could figure out what happened as there was nothing visible on the inside.


The outside of the double pane window looked perfect.  Not a mark on it.


We looked on the ground and found nothing unusual.  No dead birds, no rocks, no bricks, and no bullets.

The building is six years old.  Could it still be settling?


It was very strange.



I could hear crackling noises for the rest of the day as it someone had placed a huge bowl of Rice Krispies next to my ear.  Snap!  Crackle!!  Pop!!! All afternoon.



A very thin layer of plastic material covers the glass so it’s not going to crumble onto the floor immediately.


The maintenance man came and looked at it, took a picture, and sent it to the head honcho.


I assumed (wrongly) that someone would at least cover it so the cracked glass wouldn’t fall into my office or onto my desk or me.


It was still there Friday morning and I could see tiny shards of glass on the windowsill.


I called the maintenance man again and asked if he knew when the window would be replaced.


Or Tuesday.


You know, it is kind of pretty.

*The pictures are in order.  You can see the progression of the crackling glass from the first to the last.

The last day

We try to take advantage of nice weather, longer days, and saving money at my work.  So for the past several years we have the option of working four ten-hour days from Memorial Day (May 30) to Labor Day (September 1 this year).  The work day goes from 7:00 am to 5:00 pm.  That’s an hour earlier in the morning and an hour later in the afternoon than my typical work day.

We can choose between taking off a Monday or a Friday.  I chose Mondays.

Instead of getting up an hour earlier than my usual time, I only get up about 20-30 minutes earlier.  Ergo I don’t have time for breakfast at home so I eat something at work while I check my email and get ready for the day.

Today is the last day of “summer hours”.

And it’s the last day of eating the same breakfast I’ve eaten Every. Single. Work. Day. This. Summer.

I’m tired of it and I can barely get the food to my mouth.


Three Nekot cookies with peanut butter. A 16 ounce cup of peach green tea.  And one biotin tablet, one B-complex vitamin,  and two vitamin D caplets.

The apple is for lunch.

Quick.  Easy.  Non perishable.  No refrigeration required.

I almost stopped at McDonald’s for a breakfast sandwich but realized that it would not be as good as the ones my brother-in-law made for my sister and me last week.  He’s an excellent cook.  (Yeah I forgot to mention that I was at my sister’s house all last week and if I remember, I’ll post about what we did later.)

Oh, I’ll still drink the tea (at home) and eat the cookies (until they’re gone) and, well, take the vitamins (as always) but I can have more variety for breakfast starting next Tuesday.

Toast with peanut butter and honey or bananas.   Scrambled or fried eggs.  Warm toasted bagels with cream cheese.  Cereal.  Leftover cake or pie with ice cream – don’t judge.  I know you eat that, too.

Happy International Cabernet Day!

There’s always a reason to have a glass (or bottle) of wine.  Thanks to the Wine Wankers I was informed of the holiday today: International Cabernet Day.

Mr. Aitch and I were planning on burgers on the grill for dinner but we can always celebrate the day with a bottle of cabernet.


Read the Wine Wankers post: Happy International Cabernet Day!.

Thank you Conrad for the heads (bottoms) up.

Greenish thumb

Last year we planted tomatoes in our front flower beds.  The front of our house gets more sun than the back and I wanted to grow some tomatoes.

And keep them close enough to the house that the deer wouldn’t get them.


But a chipmunk decided to make himself at home and steal the tomatoes.


By that time the plants were too large to do much of anything so we reluctantly shared.


This year I decided to be a bit more proactive and make the plants less accessible.


Half-inch hardware cloth (it is not soft like cloth) rolled into 18-inch high circles/columns.  I secured the circles/columns with wire and put some duct tape around the tops to keep from getting scratched when I had to pull weeds, pick ripe tomatoes, etc.


I wedged the tomato tag from the seedlings in the back between the overlapping screening.


Red Beefsteak

So far so good.


L to R: Red pepper, German Queen, Red pepper


L to R: Roma, Cherry, Better Boy, Red Beefsteak







Husky Cherry Red


Husky Cherry Red



German Queen

I followed Martha Stewart’s suggestion for tying up the floppy plants using old panty hose.


Better Boy

I even tried a couple of red pepper plants.


Red pepper

From the top clockwise: Beefsteak, Beefsteak, German Queen, German Queen, Better Boy

From the top clockwise: Beefsteak, Beefsteak, German Queen, German Queen, Better Boy

Question:  Why do some tomatoes split or get those lines in them as in the beef steak above?

Those German Queen tomatoes are huge!  They aren’t the prettiest but measure at about 6 inches across the widest part.  Very meaty and makes a great tomato sandwich.  I had not heard of them before but decided to try one plant this year.  It’s an heirloom tomato so I will save some seeds and try to start my plants from seed next year.  Looking forward to eating more fresh veggies soon!