Time to update the outside cat shelter. Lots of straw, tarps, assorted crates and wood…and a big table… plus more to come.
Barbara, for faithful followers’ information, is the wild Calico Cat that lives outside and was rarely seen…until the greenhouse where she hung out for years was torn down last spring, leaving poor Barbara rather confused and homeless. But now she has apparently decided to move into the shelter on my back deck. She is not afraid of me, and comes out when I call her name. All of the cats locally defer to and respect “crazy Barbara” as she is sometimes called…they make room at the food dish and water pan, and apparently tolerate the tough old lady.
(photos ©Sometimes,2018) The colors in these shots are overwhelmed by the bright sunlight coming in the windows…except for Pearl, who is completely black and requires different camera settings to see her face. The green paint is prettier than it appears, but could use a fresh coat of paint. (The very thought of painting scares me! and yes, I know we should have painted before we put the flooring down. yikes!)
The workers are here installing the new floor, which looks great. We will paint or stain the baseboards so they are nice when they go back up. The living room area is about half of the job, so it’s a relief to have it so far along. However, everybody knows what happens when major new infrastructure goes in…. right…. the walls look crappy now and also incidental window frames and of course the cabinetry in the kitchen, which needs only a good cleaning.
The rest of the walls in the house were re-painted a couple of years ago when the ceilings had to have major replacement work due to ice getting in below the roofing and the insurance company paid some big bucks to repair the ceilings. It was mostly drywall, but the insurance also covered having the ceilings AND the affected rooms re-painted. Now we need to paint the living room walls, because they look shabby compared to the new floor and the recently-new rusty-orange paint of the kitchen/dining area.
Man…these people make a LOT of noise. The owner(s) of the company do much of the labor themselves. Incidentally, I have known these people for decades…the owners’ mother was a police dispatcher when I was a news reporter, and although I haven’t seen her in decades the name came to me as I thought of a local flooring company.
I’d like to paint…well, to rephrase that, it would be nice if the walls were painted. The dusty green color is still nice and I like it as much as when it originally went on the walls fifteen years or so ago.
Well the living room part of the floor is in place, and Thursday they will do the kitchen and dining area. The baseboards need to be spruced up, so I bought a can of water-based stain (at Home Depot) to paint them with. The paint/stain dries in one hour, so that is a break. All the paintings and miscellany are off the walls, all the furniture is lounging in the dining area.
ah…those of you who are still awake…thanks for following along on my housewife work musings.
(all photos ©Sometimes, 2018)
The latest kittens from next door. Barbara has been featured in this blog before…she is a rough and tumble lady that appeared from thin air long ago; she lived in the now defunct greenhouse across the road. Not sure where she lives now, she is very illusive.
[all photos ©Sometimes, 2018}
I spent most of three days watching the clearing of a 1.8 acre lot which I sold recently. The operation was both sad and fascinating. The company that did this work was efficient, the crews worked magnificently together, and the huge trees fell precisely as intended…where they had stood for a hundred years. (All photos are my own.)
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Once my youngest son commented that there were tasks that definitely fell under the rubric “Housewife Work.” That immediately got my attention, and the phrase has become part of our family lingo.
One of the things I have always enjoyed about moving household was that it involved clean cupboards, drawers, closets, having been cleared of collections and extra belongings that did not and never did belong to anyone who ever lived in the house. Although I admit there is the occasional “junk drawer,” that defies sorting out and/or disposal of its contents, that arrives intact at the new location.
We have arranged to have a flooring company come in and install vinyl planking in our main living, kitchen and dining room areas. What that entails is packing up the things from the china cabinets, moving all the small furniture like tables and chairs, and moving out the refrigerator, which really moves pretty easily on wheels…and the stove, which has never been moved since it was installed about 17 years ago.
The problem is that all those things removed from the affected areas have to go someplace temporarily.
I do have a lot of stuff, but the bulk of it is books, as I’ve written before. I sell books exclusively online now, but my inventory is housed here, in addition to my personal book collection and thousands of unlisted (that is not in the inventory) titles in the process of being listed. A few years ago I had two bookshops, one at the indoor flea market, the other at an antique mall.
So my dilemma is that before I can accomplish A I need to complete B; and so on from room to room. Sigh. A bit of organization goes a long way, that’s true…so I better get to work.
Writing about it helps to solidify my thought process…such as it is.
The closing date is near, and soon most of these blooming trees in the photos will be gone forever. Not all…the part being sold is about 1.7 acres, but the remaining six or so acres will remain family property. Here are a few of the phots I took the other day when Sister (my calico house cat) and I took a walk to the back, where the highway fence marks the edge of our land. Thanks for tagging along!
Here are some shots from my walk to the back of our property. The flowers and trees are glorious this time of year, but as is obvious from some of these pictures the church clean-up crew did not seem to notice. They wanted to trim the foliage along the highway fence so traffic could see their church. We refused them access from our side of the fence, but the highway side was pretty well vulnerable to attack…the fence cut and some kind of heavy destruction equipment used to “trim” the trees. Reminds me for all the world of a small scale Mt. St. Helens after the volcano.