To my U.S. readers I hope you have all had a lovely Thanksgiving. Ours came the weekend before when my daughter, son-in-law and grandbaby made it here to celebrate a little early. It was not our best Thanksgiving with my son away, and both my Dad and uncle gone now, but the baby helped provide plenty of joy and laughter.
The rest of the past couple of weeks have been the equivalent of cat wrangling. My car was in the shop for a month having two recalls fixed. The chimney sweeps have cleaned out our chimneys for the winter. The security company has our security system up and running. D. has been working long hours so I have been doing the critter feed runs by the truck load. Termite inspection is this coming week. Hopefully most of the house maintenance is about wrapped up.
Crazy me decided that our living room NEEDED to be painted before Christmas. I started Thanksgiving day. Yesterday I put in 8 full hours of painting. Not smart. Not smart at all. Under most circumstances 8 hours of painting would easily knock out a room, but the former owners here painted lots of the trim, including two built in bookcases and the fireplace mantel 1980’s dark country blue. It takes two coats of primer and two coats of the trim paint to cover it up! Ugh! My arm is so tired and sore today. The walls are no where near painted. I am not sure my self imposed deadline is going to happen. We won’t even talk about the ceiling. I had already decided that wasn’t going to happen until after Christmas. I think I will just move on with decorating and work in the painting the best I can before I put myself in the hospital.
Sweetie Pie the cat has proclaimed herself no longer a barn cat, but a pampered sunroom cat. One of the doors to the sunroom was damaged by the former owners’ dog and it has just enough room for a small cat paw to pry open the door and vice versa. I don’t have it in me to dispute her decision, so I moved her blanket and bed from the barn into the sunroom and now feed Her Majesty there as well.
As if we didn’t have enough mouths to feed, my sister and brother-in-law found nine free goats to add to the two kudzu removal goats we already had working on the family farm. Ok, they are stinking cute and are doing a grand job of under brushing the land so far. I think the plan is to move them into the kudzu very soon. They are much quieter, as efficient or more so than a bulldozer and safer than chemical sprays.
Did I mention last time that I had found my art supplies? Well, I found my paint and got all excited. I was about to bust a seam to paint again. Then I realized that I had paint, but no brushes. Dang! I spent almost an hour trying to find my brushes, but no luck. I pulled out my charcoal and micro pens, but that just didn’t do it for me. In desperation I grabbed a handful of Q-tips! Yes, I did a small painting with Q-tips. Not great, but it kept me from having some bad creative breakdown. The people who live with me are very thankful for Q-tips now.
I went to bed a couple of nights ago pondering where my paint brushes had disappeared to. I really wanted to blame the disappearance on the poltergeist that evidently lives in Miss L’s room and takes her stuff on a regular basis. Well, lo and behold, I dreamed about my missing brushes and where they had hidden themselves. The next morning my first stop was the drawer in my dream and there they were! Joy! Joy! I’m back in business.
It’s time for me to start dragging out the Christmas decorations. Unlike the Christmas crazed 13 year old who lives here, I refuse to decorated before the Turkey Day. It’s time. The tree is going up in front of the partially painted bay window wall and no one will know the difference when they drive by outside. Sometimes you just have to give yourself a break and a little grace.
Have a great week!