On Saturday, I started my new little job at Nest. On the way there (okay, and on the way back) I stopped by this flea market at St. Pete's. It was pretty good, and it happens a lot, in different neighborhoods on different weekends.
Crystals, croquet, this tiny traincase (that is no longer available. Because I got it).
I've been having a hard time* with getting the internet at my new house.
BUT, T was over this weekend, and like a big hero, found the one spot in space where my Roku picked up the internet. So now, it's supspended in mid-air between my tv and the window, utilizing an otherwise unused string of bright red pompoms. And guess what: I get so much Netflix now. And everything else. I still can't check my email, but I can watch tv**.
*a "hard time" means
1. I am too stubborn/cheap to set up with Comcast.
2. I was too nervous to just ask my neighbor to share his password/bill.
3. After I got up the nerve to ask him (which was no big deal), I am too un-motivated to follow through with reminding him about it.