Friday(not) Saturday update
Spent the last couple days deep in consumerism, finding finishing touches for the bathroom. I think the urge I've been experiencing to really go over the top with decorating this bathroom has to do with "claiming" it, making it mine. When we moved out here I'd told Sean we could decorate it to his taste as it was essentially his bathroom. As he really liked the whole dolphins swimming in space Schim Schimmel thing we mixed up celestial themes with oceanic themes with chrome and shades of blue and purple. Nicole and general decay eventually just left the room a trash heap. Now it's nicely retiled, with a new toilet, and new brushed nickel fixtures are awaiting installation, but it looks impersonal and sterile (well, except for the mud on the floor right now). Time to put my own stamp on it.
I want to have most everything ready to fly once I get started, and I think I'm about set. I finally found a set of towels in a shade of green that works that I have to pick up, and I have yet to get a rug. That will probably end up being two rugs. I've got my eye on a couple different wool rugs on ebay, but I think that I want to use a cheap rug that is easily tossed in the washing machine for winter. Paul has a tendency to not remove his boots when he's just coming in to use the bathroom.
He's funny. He asked this morning if I planned on finding a pair of lace stockings to use as decoration in there. Not a horrible idea, actually, but I was thinking I should keep my eyes out for a fan and gloves instead.
I've bought my paint, too. I wish Paul would consent to letting me use a border or maybe a glaze over the paint, but he won't go there. He's spending too much time listening to his inner painter, and not enough time listening to his inner decorator. He's too worried about the effort it will take to restore the room to white when we eventually leave here. Oh well. I'll cope.
We went over to
bacondiva's and
eagleflight_woh's house on Thursday. Paul replaced a vent pipe on their furnace for them. Becky made a wonderful dinner. That woman. She has always fussed and fretted that she's not much of a cook, but I tell you she is one of the best I know---and she manages to do it with a faulty stove that blows some internal fuse every time she breathes. She put together a feast worthy of Sunday dinner with the parson, pulled pork, sweet potato fries with a remoulade dipping sauce, greens, cornbread.....Gosh. I can't even remember it all. It was yummy!
I finally had Becky's birthday gift to take to her, too. I knew she'd love it, so hopefully it was worth waiting for. I ordered a copy of Don White's first book for her, a collection of his essays called "Memoirs of a C Student". Paul's brother is also receiving Don White merchandise. He's getting one of the CDs he doesn't already have for his collection.
It's a week when all kinds of things are finally getting to their intended recipients.
a1b2c3, that camera has finally gotten into the mail for you. You should receive it next week. I'm sorry it took so long. There was drama with the shipping store that wanted something like $85 to ship it. I knew that was bull, that the post office would ship it for a fraction of a fraction of that, but I never get to the post office. I do everything electronically anymore. And then it got set aside and forgotten. It's in the mail now, though. Also, going through files I actually found the owner's manual for it. I figure that's kind of a neat thing to have. I'll get it in the mail as soon as I remember where I put my stamps.
Rudy will also finally be getting his Xmas gift (that's who I bought that incredibly hard to find olivewood spoon for). In the same package is his birthday present, a reissued Red Clay Ramblers CD. I heard a song on Folk Alley a couple weeks back that had me laughing my ass off, and thinking of him, an old Carter Family song called "Stern Old Bachelor". I knew I had to find it for him. That's all packed up with instructions that he must first listen to song #3 without looking at the song list. Then he can play everything else. I had a great deal of fun with it, using removable labels to cover up the song list on the back cover, on the lyrics sheet and even on the CD itself. He'll appreciate the humor. He's twisted that way.
I also packed a few old pictures and a letter, not for Rudy, for Deb. They're pictures of Rudy from high school. She'd expressed an interest in seeing some a while back. I had told him not to pressure her in any way about me, that it was something that really needed to be left to the two of us to work out. After giving it a lot of thought I decided to go ahead, make the first attempt to reach out to her. It may work. It may fail. At least I have tried.
Talked to him this morning. He and Deb seem to be making a relatively smooth adjustment to their new situation. It's only been a week. I'm sure there will still be drama in the future, but they're doing okay so far. Good for them.
I did, indeed, spend some time making one of those love letter trinket boxes. It turned out very pretty. I'll take some pictures once Paul brings my camera back (he needed it to provide proof of snow). I think I may take what I've learned making this one, and make another one for my mom for Mother's Day. She likes frilly, feminine things. *tries really hard to remember what colors Mom's bathroom is *
Off with me now!
I want to have most everything ready to fly once I get started, and I think I'm about set. I finally found a set of towels in a shade of green that works that I have to pick up, and I have yet to get a rug. That will probably end up being two rugs. I've got my eye on a couple different wool rugs on ebay, but I think that I want to use a cheap rug that is easily tossed in the washing machine for winter. Paul has a tendency to not remove his boots when he's just coming in to use the bathroom.
He's funny. He asked this morning if I planned on finding a pair of lace stockings to use as decoration in there. Not a horrible idea, actually, but I was thinking I should keep my eyes out for a fan and gloves instead.
I've bought my paint, too. I wish Paul would consent to letting me use a border or maybe a glaze over the paint, but he won't go there. He's spending too much time listening to his inner painter, and not enough time listening to his inner decorator. He's too worried about the effort it will take to restore the room to white when we eventually leave here. Oh well. I'll cope.
We went over to
bacondiva's and
eagleflight_woh's house on Thursday. Paul replaced a vent pipe on their furnace for them. Becky made a wonderful dinner. That woman. She has always fussed and fretted that she's not much of a cook, but I tell you she is one of the best I know---and she manages to do it with a faulty stove that blows some internal fuse every time she breathes. She put together a feast worthy of Sunday dinner with the parson, pulled pork, sweet potato fries with a remoulade dipping sauce, greens, cornbread.....Gosh. I can't even remember it all. It was yummy!
I finally had Becky's birthday gift to take to her, too. I knew she'd love it, so hopefully it was worth waiting for. I ordered a copy of Don White's first book for her, a collection of his essays called "Memoirs of a C Student". Paul's brother is also receiving Don White merchandise. He's getting one of the CDs he doesn't already have for his collection.
It's a week when all kinds of things are finally getting to their intended recipients.
a1b2c3, that camera has finally gotten into the mail for you. You should receive it next week. I'm sorry it took so long. There was drama with the shipping store that wanted something like $85 to ship it. I knew that was bull, that the post office would ship it for a fraction of a fraction of that, but I never get to the post office. I do everything electronically anymore. And then it got set aside and forgotten. It's in the mail now, though. Also, going through files I actually found the owner's manual for it. I figure that's kind of a neat thing to have. I'll get it in the mail as soon as I remember where I put my stamps.
Rudy will also finally be getting his Xmas gift (that's who I bought that incredibly hard to find olivewood spoon for). In the same package is his birthday present, a reissued Red Clay Ramblers CD. I heard a song on Folk Alley a couple weeks back that had me laughing my ass off, and thinking of him, an old Carter Family song called "Stern Old Bachelor". I knew I had to find it for him. That's all packed up with instructions that he must first listen to song #3 without looking at the song list. Then he can play everything else. I had a great deal of fun with it, using removable labels to cover up the song list on the back cover, on the lyrics sheet and even on the CD itself. He'll appreciate the humor. He's twisted that way.
I also packed a few old pictures and a letter, not for Rudy, for Deb. They're pictures of Rudy from high school. She'd expressed an interest in seeing some a while back. I had told him not to pressure her in any way about me, that it was something that really needed to be left to the two of us to work out. After giving it a lot of thought I decided to go ahead, make the first attempt to reach out to her. It may work. It may fail. At least I have tried.
Talked to him this morning. He and Deb seem to be making a relatively smooth adjustment to their new situation. It's only been a week. I'm sure there will still be drama in the future, but they're doing okay so far. Good for them.
I did, indeed, spend some time making one of those love letter trinket boxes. It turned out very pretty. I'll take some pictures once Paul brings my camera back (he needed it to provide proof of snow). I think I may take what I've learned making this one, and make another one for my mom for Mother's Day. She likes frilly, feminine things. *tries really hard to remember what colors Mom's bathroom is *
Off with me now!