If you should ever have to spend time at another person’s house when they aren’t there, be sure and find out where the main water turn-off valve is.

It will save you a lot of grief, especially if no one is answering their cell while water gushes from the top of the tank, inundating the bathroom and moving on to the bedroom floor. Lapping at the bedspread. The internet did not save me here because I was sloshing around, and honestly, it did not occur to me to google.

Unfortunately, the bathroom floor did not have sloping sides and a drain hole in the center.

Thirty minutes later, when one of the people I tried to locate finally called, he told me to turn on the taps at the tub to lessen the pressure. The tub began rapidly filling up even though the drain was open. Then he said to reach under the toilet tank and turn off the water there, but that it would be difficult. It was, it sure was.

Clean-up was not my job, thank goodness.

This morning, I dreamed that I had enrolled in a class taught by Martha Stewart. I was in deep trouble early on when she found out I didn’t have a maid, which I needed in order to finish our first project: an elegant party for elegant people. She kept making a dismissive gesture in my direction, saying to the other students under her breath, ‘She doesn’t have a maid?’

Then we got to the hands-on part, garnishing the food with caviar. I had the bright red kind, which horrified Martha. Wrong, wrong, wrong! Well, Jeez, I was a student, how could I afford the Beluga stuff, not to even mention a maid?

I woke up feeling low. But yeah, the main water turn-off.

I didn’t mean to. But what with one thing and another, forgot. This morning around 6:30, I put it back in the fridge. Around ten or so, I took pictures.

Will it be eaten? Not sure. Would you?

I was distracted by my mom’s double pneumonia on top of the brain aneurysm bleed. Either that or having to spend Christmas Eve and Christmas and the afternoons since up at El Camino at her bedside. I imagine most visitors are similarly distracted. So I left my purse in the single bathroom by the elevators.

Pretty dumb. By the time I realized, someone had placed it behind a post. Wow, good samaritan, I thought, and because I was exhausted, didn’t find out till the next day that you had gone through my wallet. Left my credit cards and some loose change. I guess you knew I was coming right back, and decided not to take more. Of course, you know what I look like, my license, of course. Were you the guy coming out as I was going in afterward? The one I asked if there was a purse in there? The one who spent more than half an hour making up the other bed in my mom’s room yesterday?

You’ll probably have a pretty happy new year, maybe buying some extra lotto tickets. Or maybe one of those big-screen tvs, if you add up all the other stuff you take. Do you have a mom? I hope she never has to spend Christmas hooked up to a bunch of machines. Because no one should have to do that.

So far, it’s not even suppertime, and we’ve had 8 or 9 kids, the last one heavily encrusted in glitter. But you never know, that may be all we get. Is it time to make a run for more candy? Not quite.

I generally eat breakfast and lunch while working, and have so far managed to keep the keyboard relatively free of crumbs and other debris. Now there’s a product to make juggling food, drink and typing a bit easier. Well, for some anyway.

Seems to be fine for conventional desktop work, but maybe not so great for laptop users since the tray, while transparent, will still block part of the screen.

I tossed garlic, onions and fresh corn in butter and a little soy sauce, added the shrimp and scallions, and served it with vermicelli.

By the weekend, I should know lots more about adding more umami to my food.

From this page, click on the ‘Robert Borsuk’ link.

‘Not quite winter. They look like. . . November. Not autumn, not winter. In-between.’ From Three Days of the Condor.

I cleaned the sink with Comet. Then I spritzed Windex on the toilet, including some in the bowl. As an afterthought, I poured in some bleach.

Then I remembered the article just a day ago (that I can’t find) warning against mixing household cleaners. And to leave the bathroom immediately after cleaning. Too late. My eyes were burning already.

Oh, the perils of cleaning house at the end of a long day. Here’s what the Beeb has to say about it.

Killed by shotguns after assuming what police called an aggressive stance.

Their numbers are up as many Brits enjoy seeing the occasional fox in the garden. But as in all things, there are those who beg to differ.

Roast pork and salad. And now I’m having strawberries and pineapple with two spoonfuls (yes, spoons, not scoops) of Fudge Tracks ice cream for dipping.

I saw Spellbound, and I expect to see Akeelah and the Bee as well. Bee Season was annoying in places, but overall, much better than I thought it would be.

For 10 weeks, he was lost in the Outback. After about one week, he discovered a natural dam where the leeches resided. He ate those, along with grasshoppers and frogs.

Observers say he looked like a walking skeleton when found.

In the Atlanticus Codex, Leonardo drew his idea for a self-propelling vehicle with three wheels. In the years since the discovery of the Codex, no one had been able to create the cart.

Then Italian scientists found that their earlier interpretations of the drawing were wrong. Their successful model was put on display in 2004.

If your calls for a mate are drowned out by the noise of the water, it’s a good idea to evolve toward the ultrasound level.

So many spammers. I might just turn comments off entirely. If you want to reach me, just email.

The man in front in the checkout bought a giant cherry pie, among other things, and the clerk was singing ‘Till’ to him. As he was paying, I asked what the occasion was. He was somewhat embarrassed, but grinning. ‘She’s got good taste,’ was all he said.

Of course I had to ask the clerk, who was still singing. ‘It’s his name,’ she explained. ‘Mr. Till.’

She knew all the words.

His palette is made up of the stuff of nature - fog, wind, tornadoes, turbulent fluids - and frequently involve the viewer’s participation. Fog works can be seen here. Click on ‘Portfolio’ for lots more.

One is nicknamed ‘Whale’, one looks like a flying hamburger.

My neighbors like to enjoy a nice fire on a winter’s night. It’s unfortunate that none of them seem to realize that burning green wood is not an environmentally good thing. Especially if I go outside, look up to see if it’s clear enough for stars, and get a noseful of all of the above.

At least I stocked up on Kleenex.

And if you inhale it, would it give you hay fever?

Barbecued chicken, leftover coleslaw, leftover potato salad. I miss summer.

When I have low expectations for a movie, there’s room for surprise. Given the draining workweek, a semi-decent film would have done the trick.

M&MS filled the bill nicely.

From MIT, a new method for analyzing songs that just might predict the next top 10 hits with impressive accuracy.

The list includes the Halifax incident, in which two ships collided, one loaded with 2,600 tons of explosives. Also the 4,500 tons of fertilizer that exploded in a silo in Oppau, Germany.

The Good Priest’s Son. Here’s the first chapter.

With clam chowder and garlic bread.

For the first time in a long, long 4-1/2 years.

On the list was Telegraph Hill to see if the parrots were still there, but we stopped for lunch in Chinatown, specifically, R&G Lounge.

We had the lemon chicken, honey spareribs, and a stuffed eggplant and tofu dish. Very good.

I took lots of pictures at Steinhart.

The explosion near the Sea of Rains, or Mare Imbrium, was probably caused by a meteoroid from a taurid meteor shower.

(Maybe someone finally gave him one this Christmas. What? He took it apart? just kidding )

And 99 other fascinating facts from the Beeb.

Perhaps this has happened to you. A recipient rips open a gift - your gift - and then, the disappointment is impossible to hide. If it’s a child, there may be tears. If the child is really young, a tantrum might surface.

However, in someone old enough to know better, there is no excuse for a lack of graciousness in accepting a present. For many Christmases, I watched as a young relative made a face at efforts to please her. As she got older, she made a poor effort to mask her feelings, then dumped the gift onto her younger sister.

Two of my recipients have special needs this year, one is married to someone with a severely restricted diet (no fat, sugar or salt), the other is eliminating chocolate for medical reasons.

At Target last night, Choxies, their highly-rated new chocolate line, were everywhere. There were velvety stockings with brownie mix inside. Large, heavy (bad for mailing) canisters filled with cocoa mix. In other words, it was a bad place if you weren’t looking for chocolate. There were big gaps on the shelves where the Lindt white chocolate truffles had been. Those would have gone in my own candy jar.

I did find some Aplets and Cotlets. But for the rest of their Christmas packages, I’ll have to roll up my sleeves, and do some baking.

And still a hurricane with 75 mph winds. Weather experts are puzzled that it has retained its strength, but there is still no land threat.

For the average American, this diet would take some getting used to. It’s based on lots of fresh fish, tofu, fresh veggies, soy, and brown rice.

Are they on your holiday menu? Here’s information on ten varieties from Blue Point to Quilcene to Tatamagouche.

Lots of geese flying by this morning, much lower than last time and heading east. I wonder if they’re landing at the marshlands at the edge of town.

It was going to be a short trip, so I left the water bottle in the car. The pajamas I wanted were all gone, so I drifted into Old Navy on the way out. I found something that would work as a gift. The store was stuffy and warm, and I had a coughing spasm.

Not a real problem, the checkout person was quick. But no. She made a mistake. The kind where the manager has to be called for. The manager is in sight, but has to discuss the error with the clerk. I look around desperately for a water fountain. None in sight. I can’t stop coughing.

The manager is finally happy, and tells the clerk to ring up the sale again so there is a correct receipt. I have turned purple.

There is a lot to be said about online shopping.

A horned beetle from Nicaragua.

The hunter, 82, thought at first that it was a goat. But it turned out to be a four-point buck, photo is here.

I heard that a couple of machines were not working at my polling place earlier, perhaps they are fixed by now.

It was a choice between chicken marsala and a beef stir fry. The beef won out simply because it has been sitting in the fridge for a few days and needed attention.

The movie is going to be kind of dark, isn’t it. We’ll see.

I’m catching up to stuff I missed those five days of the Comcast outage. This is truly remarkable.

The French island was mentioned here earlier when officials discovered that dogs and cats were being used as shark bait.

Today, there is news that residents who toured Thailand recently are showing symptoms of bird flu.

In the face of ever-stronger hurricanes, weather scientists are debating whether the current system can deal with monster storms such as Wilma.

Wilma pushed the limits of the Category 5 classification when it exceeded the power of past hurricanes. Wind speeds of 175 mph and over may indicate a need for a Category 6 rating. Some experts disagree.

Includes a jellyfish, Dirt Devil (vacuum cleaner), can o’ worms, mouse in the cheese (baby), statue on a pedestal, leaf man, and alien abduction.

Some species of shark have been observed ’sleeping’ in undersea caves. Some are alone. Some lie stacked on top of one another in groups. Divers say they are not sleeping, because their eyes follow the movements of the humans.

Other sharks don’t bother with caves, but just lie on the bottom, also stacked for long periods of time. None seem to be injured.

There are many guesses regarding this behavior. It could be that the sharks seek out caves because the water there is more oxygenated. Maybe the gathering together is a pre-mating ritual. Or they are letting the remoras (parasite cleaners) do their job in peace.

I edged past the vendor handing out sample pieces of fruit. Behind me as I bought some plums, a little girl was getting whiny. Mom was patient.

Mom: What is it, dear.
Girl: Oooh, it hurts, Mommy.
Mom: What hurts, dear.
Girl: Look, I can’t eat it, it hurts!
Mom: Honey, you’re not supposed to eat that.
Girl: I’m not?
Mom: That’s a toothpick. You were just supposed to eat the fruit off the end.

If you have bags of Classic Romaine, dated 9/23/05, American Blend, dated 9/23/05, or Greener Selection, dated 9/22/05, better toss them out. The FDA today announced that these, distributed nationwide, may contain E. coli.

So far 11 people have gotten sick, with two in the hospital.

For some 20 years or so, the government had Project Stormfury. Seeding hurricanes with silver iodide had some results, but after spending huge amounts of money, the project folded in the ’80s.

Other ideas included cooling the tropical ocean with icebergs, changing the ocean’s surface with particles or films, and using a nuclear bomb to scatter storm elements.

As they say, our brains are still evolving, and the tools of today will seem primitive in a few years.

Martin Walls captures the essence of an amazing insect.

But only when I’m behind the wheel. Time and again, I will call a family member, and unfailingly, as if by magic, it starts right up.

Last night, after a fill-up (2.92/gal.), it did not start for someone else. In the passenger seat, I could gloat a little, but at the same time we were stuck. However, being stuck at a gas station is not the worse thing that could happen.

Testing of the prototype, which can reach Mach 2, will begin in the Woomera test area, possibly in September.

As soon as copies of his CDs are gone from other retailers, you will only be able to get Garth through Wal-Mart, Sam’s Clubs, or their website. Wal-Mart is the biggest seller of country music in the U.S.

In Colombia, a woman ran into a cow on a road. Police deemed it a danger, and now have it in custody.

I don’t really go looking for these stories - they find me, typos and all. The woman is fortunate it was not an orca that wandered onto the road.

My street, normally a calm haven of quiet broken by occasional birdcalls, springs to raucous life when I get sick. Just as I’m considering going to sleep off this bug, a fleet of trucks has pulled up, and multiple chainsaws cut through the air. Next will be the grinding of the composting machine.

A UPS man finds an albino python, 9 feet of it, in his truck.

What to look for when the first camera fails to meet all your needs.

Still spending lots of time at the hospital, so Loretta has to wait till I get home to eat. Her sponge needed freshening, so I put her on my hand, and went to the sink. It took a few seconds to realize that she was chewing on my palm. I have a new respect for those mandibles. Here’s a remarkable photo that I wish was mine.

It used to be a parade of magazine subscription and candy bar sellers bused in from far away. Now it’s real estate people going door-to-door looking for houses to sell. The candy-selling kids pretended not to be able to read the ‘no solicitors’ sign. The religious people said they were not soliciting. (Well, what are you doing on my doorstep?) There’s no excuse for the overly-agressive, greedy-eyed woman who just knocked on the door. Out! Out!

One man’s drive to get ironclad proof that the ivory-billed was indeed sighted in eastern Arkansas. Critics have complained that there is not enough proof, and want a sharp photo or repeated sightings by several people.

These are the islands that were hit by the tsunami last year.

In Tokyo, 16 injured.

An old article from the NY Times described the lives of power station employees who were willing to work there after the catastrophe. They made adjustments, and seemed content to have job security and nice apartments, despite the horrendous risk.

Within the article is a mention of the giant catfish that lived in the reactor pond. The ones that ate loaves of bread whole.

A Spanish firefighter is the only survivor out of twelve, who were in the path of a ‘wave of fire’.

Downtown streets are closed due to a suspicious backpack .

In a study that tested only men, scientists say that a woman’s voice triggers activity in one section of the brain, while a man’s voice activates a completely different part.

In addition, they shed light on the mystery of why people who ‘hear voices’ tend to hear only men.

Or what’s left of it. She wasn’t too keen at first, but got into it with remarkable efficiency. Yes, that is a napkin underneath, but I made the mess trying to spear the caterpillar, which had been eating my purple petunias about a minute ago.

Loretta lost part of a leg, and cannot balance well, making it very difficult to go after food, although she still strikes at it. I impale the item, and she takes it from there. Mantises regenerate limbs, except for the front two, so we have high hopes.

According to Sky News via Briefing.com, London police have found the suspected bus bomber, who died on the bus.

Tampopo was voted down in favor of Robert Redford. Condor has long been a favorite, with Redford as an appealingly resourceful hero, and Max von Sydow as his chillingly effective nemesis.

We’ll save Tampopo for a night of noodles.

Attempts at bomb humor are not appreciated, and it might cost you a lot more than you think.

A day after learning it will host the 2012 Olympics, London’s underground transit is attacked, with al-Qaeda claiming responsibility.

A small lake in Norway has its own version of a monster . Some of the eyewitness accounts could describe a standing wave, while others do not.

A strong one on Sumatra Island .

I just need enough to get home, then I’m going to look into not driving . Maybe public transit. Oops, maybe not.