Category Archives: Mr. Boy

Little fear in Aggieland

Mr. Boy visiting for a barbeque supper with stepdaughter and her beau last week said he hasn’t seen any masked folks in College Station nor is social distancing practiced. Said he’d seen “a lot more fear” in Austin and environs. Though A&M has canceled in-person classes and is carrying on online.

Death by dog

I admit to being a trifle uneasy at Mr. Boy’s acquisition of a golden retriever puppy while still in college at Texas A&M. He and his girlfriend take turns taking care of Olive.

I’m sure they’d be the last to worry about something like this horror story, but maybe they should. It’s the nice thing about a cat, though their claws can infect you as well. Animals as pets are a gamble.

Via Planck’s Constant

Virus be damned, Big Apple, here we come

Mr. Boy and his lady love, Aggies both, Ubered to the airport before dawn this morning for their Spring Break trip to New York City—epicenter (maybe) of the Corona Virus.

Who cares? They’re young, healthy and exuberant. And they saved up for it. Gonna take an AirBNB in Queens and see the sights, especially art galleries and museums. And probably do a little clubbing. Or a lot. They return on Sunday from their whirlwind, four-day tour.

UPDATE:  They returned early, sobered by the empty streets, and closed museums. Were glad to get home.

Mr Boy home

School’s out until 2020. He made all As this semester (including biology and chemistry) and still has his eye set on being a physician’s associate. “It’s the only thing I can see myself doing,” he said.

Crown Molding

The promised pic of the new crown molding at the mini-rancho. That’s 4 and 1/2 inches x 3/4 inches in Mr. B.’s room, the only one so far with an outer corner to show off the molding joint. With blue ceiling and so-far un- repainted yellow walls.

More painting

Doing Mr. B.’s room walls (Valpar’s Daisy Spell, a very light yellow) and Bright White baseboards and fixing the crown molding screwup. All in four hours, which is all I can have from the contractors until their schedule lightens up on Dec. 23.

Still to schedule: crown in the dining-living area and then more paint. And, of course, still awaiting delivery/installation of the red oak doors.

Painting: burnt orange versus maroon

Getting a painting estimate today for the mini-rancho’s hallway and the bedroom ceilings. All in baby-blue. “Angelic blue,” by name. The bedroom ceilings will eventually have crown molding in white around them.

A bit more painting after that. For instance, an accent wall in “roasted pumpkin” (burnt orange, actually) in the dining area (not actually a room) surrounded by a shade of yellow Bar wants that I can’t remember at the moment. (Update: Honey Pecan) Lighter than the “Cheerful Yellow” of the bathrooms. Probably also followed by crown molding in white.

Thinking if we’re going to have UT’s burnt orange we need a maroon accent for A&M to help Mr. Boy feel at home. Howdy!

UPDATE:  We really like the Angelic (baby blue) hall and bedroom ceilings. But it finally occurred me that the color is the baby blue stripe of the Army’s dress uniform trousers for the infantry. And that figures. Baby, infant.

From Merriam Webster’s site: “The Italian word fante (from Latin infans, “infant, child”) originally meant “child,” later “youth, boy,” and then “servant.” In the 14th century, fante also took on the sense “foot soldier.” In Renaissance times, the fanteria, foot soldiers collectively, became a significant branch of arms, and the Italian word infanteria, was borrowed into English in the 1500s.”