There really is no checking out.

Not for whole days. Nor for half days. I do find myself mentally checking out for sets of minutes. At work, particularly. Or I find myself having done so.

Here's an advertising postcard from around 1910 that I like but am not bidding on in its auction:


Here's the back:



Interesting to think what we think of as a good kitchen for cookin' in, how decked out things are just so, the surfaces, the devices, the storage. We seem a little spoiled, when I think about it.

Not to mention having to cook in that hair and outfit.

Okay. Check(-back)-in time.

Must stop fantasizing about sleep.

There really is no checking out.

Not for whole days. Nor for half days. I do find myself mentally checking out for sets of minutes. At work, particularly. Or I find myself having done so.

Here's an advertising postcard from around 1910 that I like but am not bidding on in its auction:


Here's the back:



Interesting to think what we think of as a good kitchen for cookin' in, how decked out things are just so, the surfaces, the devices, the storage. We seem a little spoiled, when I think about it.

Not to mention having to cook in that hair and outfit.

Okay. Check(-back)-in time.

Must stop fantasizing about sleep.

Okay, one more cool thing.

H/T to mayhemonte for sending me to photoblogger Jamie, at "From Me To You," whose gif collection has some fun going on. A few samples here---watch & wait for it:
 
 
 
 


( The rest back here. )

 

Okay, one more cool thing.

H/T to mayhemonte for sending me to photoblogger Jamie, at "From Me To You," whose gif collection has some fun going on. A few samples here---watch & wait for it:
 
 
 
 


( The rest back here. )