A month ago I made the 25th change of abode in this 44 years of being alive. It’s too many! I am thoroughly sick of it. I sometimes wonder if the regular moving around I did while childhood had a lasting effect that I continued without thinking about. Granted, the situations/circumstances are different. I’ve been a renter too long.
This move was notable in that I was very conscious (after the fact, sadly — lease signed, no way to back out) that we’d gone from a relatively nice place to a place that’s significantly worse.
I don’t want to dwell on the negative tonight so – looking back: the old house.
Making use of the sun for warming a house seems like common sense but so few older houses do it. Getting lower winter sun was fantastic.
It was maybe a 1960s house that someone had put some money and intelligence into renovating in recent years. Rented for a year or so before we got to it then us there for a year, now the owner (a developer) is going to demolish it to build two shitty units on the block. This makes no sense.
These are my superballs. I say I bought them for the boy but I play with them much more than him. I like the dull coloured one with an eye painted on it. It’s the magic eyeball. It glows in the dark and of the four it has the best balance between hard and soft. The finish is kind of rough or matte.
At the soft end is the red one. It’s slightly larger than the eyeball. Unfortunately both red and eyeball have sustained bitemarks from the boy. In the red ball’s case I feel like the nicks in it effect its bouncing. The red ball is the bounciest and if I put a bit of spin on it, red is the spinniest.
The yellow and the black & pink have a glossy finish which makes them harder and less bouncy. This can be a good thing at times but generally I prefer the more bouncy superballs.