So I’ve been hauling garbage out of here by the truckload (literally), mostly boxes and packing trash but some kitchen garbage, and then yesterday a neighbor walking her dog saw Mona and Milton and said, “Be careful, the bears aren’t hibernating any more.” Continue reading
I’m in Jenny’s office while she’s asleep. My own computer is wonky — the trackpad isn’t working and the house ate my mouse, so here I am. Heading home tomorrow, if the bubonic plague doesn’t return and there’s not another blizzard.
I didn’t do half the things I wanted to do — no duct tape dummies or exercise tapes, not a quarter of the writing I wanted to do. But I think and hope I did what was most important (apart from a needed escape from the rigors of VT), which was make Jenny’s move a little easier. I couldn’t tote that barge and lift that bale, but I could provide moral support, technical support, a sounding board, and a useful ability to remember where things were put (except for my mouse). I imagine she’ll be sad to see me leave but relieved to have the house to herself so there’s nothing to distract her from the work she has to do.
So here’s what we (or I) do today.
1. Replace her (dysentery? diphtheria? oh, diabetes. I hate when I can’t remember words). Replace her diabetes testing supplies and pills. Since she’s been sick that’s gone by the wayside, and she has to take care of herself.
2. Return the refrigerator that doesn’t work.
3. Get the storage unit out of the garage and into the kitchen.
5. Get some writing done.
6. Take a shower.
And that’s just for today. Jenny’s stubborn — I can’t make her do the stuff that’s for her, but I’m hoping it will work.
Oh, and I need to see if I can get the wireless printer working. Which I’ll do now, while she sleeps.
It all sounds good. Yesterday she painted the rest of the bathroom, working on her McDaniel’s stuff, we bought a lot of paint and curtain rods, etc., put up a blind over the glass front door (needs to be replaced). My great contribution was to screw in a couple of switch plates, but hey.
With luck she’ll sleep late. I’ll take a shower and face the new day, and tomorrow (weather willing) I’ll be home. And that’s a whole ‘nuther kettle of fish, but I miss my boys.
So. What did you do yesterday (rested, I hope, unlike us, who are marking up for time lost to the Black Death), what are you doing today, and most of all, what’s on your agenda for the week?
You’ve already seen me in my jammies today. Anyway, Jenny went head to head with a rocking chair she bought at the grocery store. The chair almost won.
We were going to RTFM but the instructions were wrong (of course) so Jenny thought she knew better and ending up having to use the mallet. The dogs were fascinated.
So she screwed and pounded (we kept making saucy jokes) and she finally triumphed and sat in it. And then it made a cracking noise, which I captured perfectly.
She’s sitting in it now, we’re kind of vegging, she’s cranky because her back hurts and she’s exhausted, but still, good times. And tomorrow we’re going the grand opening of a Jo-anns and Ruby Tuesday and just have a fabulous time! And Jenny will feel more chipper after a good night’s sleep with her brand new heating pad, while I hog the new tempurpedic mattress.
I’ve been terrible about reporting in, but having a lovely time. Though I gotta say it’s been freezing and right now it’s snowing in NJ! Have I brought winter here? (Though when it was 7 degrees here it was minus 24 at home so I shouldn’t complain).
This is the week we (coz I’m still here) move in. I came down here for two reasons — one, to get a break and start the new book, which I have, and two, to facilitate Jenny’s moving. I thought her furniture would be here but it’s not coming until after I leave, but at least I can help with the stuff here. Hell, I washed floors yesterday (don’t let Richie hear!). Mainly because in Casa de Rental they had a showing, so we had to grab the dogs and get out.
Today we go and wait for the cable installer. I’m coming too because I speak Television. This week we’re going to find the quilt store (looking for Joann’s was a semi-failure because Joann’s was in the midst of moving but there was a great Barnes and Noble and an excellent Marshalls and a healthy Ruby Tuesday). And we may make it to Rockaway Mall. But apart from that, Jenny’s going to be painting and I’m going to be writing and bustling. Doing laundry, dishes, cooking. Such a good little housewife.
Don’t tell Richie. (Yes, I know that’s the second time I’ve said that. Don’t tell him.)
I’ve also been crocheting a lot, and I’m going to continue that. Not a very onerous week, eh?
BTW, Jenny had 51 pairs of underpants. That’s not counting what she still had that were clean. I have a gigantic drawer full and even I was impressed.
This is a very good thing since she won’t have laundry facilities for a while.
Oh, and I’m going to quilt this week. I finished the quilt top I made out of strips Jenny gave me, and now I’ve got a basted Christmas quilt I’m going to do.
So, my darlings, what’s on your agenda?
Every house I live in has a room called Krissie’s room, and the cottage is no exception. It’s the small bedroom at the front of the house with a big bay window:
It has lots of light but it’s still very quiet. Sounds wonderful, doesn’t it? Except the bedroom is 9′ x 9′ and the bath is 7′ x 45″. At the moment, the bath is really a powder room, but it has to have a great shower with a rainfall showerhead if it’s going be Krissie’s bathroom, so I am currently cogitating on the problem.
Here’s the bedroom floorplan now: Continue reading
So when I first got Popeye (the chair I’m reupholstering slooooowly that only has one button on the back so Krissie called it Popeye) many years ago, he needed a footstool and I found a butt-ugly one at Goodwill for not much. (Twenty bucks maybe? Not more. I’m cheap.) It was this hideous gray-green ribbed fabric, so I covered it with three different kinds of red upholstery and shoved it up next to Popeye who was also wearing red at the time. Then the dogs destroyed the top, and rather than reupholster it, I spray-painted it blue with plastic paint. (You can get spray fabric dye, too.) But now Popeye is getting a makeover, so Swee’Pea must change, too. Besides, it was looking really bad: Continue reading
Last year, in an attempt to re-hab my life, I bought a cottage in New Jersey. It had sat empty for a couple of years, and there had been an undiscovered leak in the basement that had allowed mold to grow all over the basement, the electricity would short out if you plugged in two things at once anywhere in the house, and the pipes were all galvanized and disintegrating . . .
But I loved it. Loved it when I saw the picture on the internet, loved it when I visited it for the first time, loved it when I went back a second time with Krissie. “Talk me out of this,” I told her before we went in, and then when we were leaving, I said, “So I shouldn’t buy it, right?” Continue reading