Still that kind of day...

When I said that it was just that kind of a day I meant it.

I tried to take a day away from doing things concerned with the radio station and thus spent about 2 and a half hours on it. The zipper on the only pair of pants I have left that are decent enough to wear to work broke. (I've been trying to get to the used store that benefits our local hospice for a month, but the only times I've been able to get there - a Sunday and a Monday - turned out to be days that it is closed.) And, while washing the coffee pot (and telling myself to be careful thinking about the time the last one broke while I was washing it) it broke. I don't like most 4 cup coffee makers - most use a coffee basket, and coffee (to my mind and taste) brews best using a cone shaped filter. I just spent an hour online looking for a cone style - the last two such machines I've had (covering around 30 years) are no longer made. I think I've found one but I won't know for sure until it gets here. Amazon had it, and even though it is "in stock" it takes an extra 3 days to ship. There usually isn't enough in my debit card account to spend $12.00 plus shipping at any given time, so I guess I'm lucky in that regard.

In order not to waste an entire post with more bitching, here's a pic I took a week ago in front of a performance venue here in town known as "The Church" (because that's what it used to be). For many years, it was the home of Omega Optical. Back in 2006, during our first Friday of the month "Gallery Walk",  a lightning bolt struck and damaged the steeple. The 6 foot or so high stone cross at the top wasn't damaged and was  saved: it now sits on the ground in front of the building. The flower in bloom is a very old variety that used to be known as the "poet's daffodil". I can't remember what congregation built The Church, and I couldn't find it online when I just looked. I'm sure I'll remember it an hour or two from now when I'm in he middle of something else.