Roll Kuchen and Violinist's wedding ceremony opened with MoB and MoG carrying in lit tapers with which we were to light two candelabras each bearing a hundred tapers a piece. Well, not really, but it seemed that way - particularly when none of them would light and I noticed the pianist seemingly turning River Flows in You, into, Frere Jacques. He was very smooth. Of course the candelabras lit just fine the night before. I finally got mine lit and went to help MoB. She leaned over, "Forget this, let's go do the unity tapers." We did. My brother later mentioned, lacking a jack knife to de-wax the candles, he thought to run down the street to a nearby metal shop and borrow a blow torch. He's helpful like that.
Like the time back in 1970 something, he joined all the eyes in my just freshly sewn eyelet dress, using a pair of scissors. And then the time he fired an orange at me. I ducked and it broke a pottery water jug. While accompanied by a traveling companion carrying a gunstock camera mount, I had cradled that jug through a country under military junta, five airports, two continents, across an ocean - circumstances apparently less daunting than a little brother. And to make this post useful, I'll tell you what GG and I did the other day - wash Venetians. I was surprised, when I read somewhere that some people just throw them out when they need washing and buy new ones. If you have any sort of flat outdoor area like a back porch or deck they can be laid out there, scrubbed gently with a bit of dish soap, rinse and then reverse the slats and scrub again. Rinse. Hang up to dry and re-install.
(Photos by Saucey Chef)
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