In his blog post yesterday, fellow blogger Ray Visotski shared how he spent part of his day:
Early this morning, after playing with the dogs in the yard, I looked at the house and thought to myself, “I wonder how many bricks it took to build our house?”
Two hours later, I have the answer. . . 13,185! (give or take one or two).
My first thought was “I wish I had thought of that” and my second thought was, “I can’t wait to count the bricks used to build our house!”
I’ve written about Ray before; he is the first blogger I have met in the real world. Little did I know at that time that he would come up with a genius way to
waste spend a couple of hours during a pandemic-based shutdown.
Counting the bricks will likely take a little bit longer than the other productive activity I’ve engaged in since the lockdown.
When we got back from Singapore in mid-March, we noticed that the light right outside our front door was burned out. I kept wanting to replace the light bulb, but it seemed like the only time I remembered it was when I went to turn on the light at night, and of course, there was no light. I wasn’t going to fumble with such a major job in the dark, so it was another missed opportunity.
Finally, about four weeks later, my son and I finally remembered about the light bulb while it was still bright out. We got everything we needed to do the job (a working light bulb) and set out to replace the burned-out bulb.
100 seconds later, the job was done. We congratulated ourselves, and then went back to see what was on Netflix.
Like I said, counting the bricks should take a bit longer, but I’ve got a whole new season of Bosch waiting for me to serve as motivation to get the job done quickly…
By the way, that is not my house above, thankfully…
*image from Long Island Pulse