Hey! I’m over here on my website blog. I’m also on my newsletter on MailChimp. I’m working to move everything over to Substack. As soon as I get that done, I’m certain there will be some new app, or software, or social media connectivity that I’ll have to move to. You know, they say that people who aren’t happy move all the time. Is that what social media does to us? Puts us on the search for the perfect way to communicate? Well, you can always find me in my kitchen, no matter what the latest fancy medium is, because I’m happy.
Kitchen? Speaking of that new fangled thing being built onto the back of our house. It’s still growing. The project manager told me they were ahead of schedule last week and I nearly had a panic attack. I’m not nearly ready with all the parts I still need to do. Picking out faucets, and countertops, and windows, and light switches, and door knobs, and on and on. Then, about a week later, when they started to frame the dining area a big mess was found. Where we had the roof lifted on the old-porch-turned-dining-room too many years of too many fixit mistakes blossomed into a big saggy 2nd floor. We all got bug-eyed looking at what is supposedly a floor beneath my office, but is really just a piece of plywood in the shape of a U practically. Big time set back. Whew, now I can pick out that range hood and kitchen sink without feeling rushed.
Here are some pictures of the old, old wallpaper that was underneath both the crappy texturing and my whimisical striped paint job. I would have loved to have seen this wallpaper in its day.
Oh, and in case you were wondering about Pie for Pi, it will start on Nov 15. But it’s definitely happening. The list of pies on what days will come VERY soon. That way you can plan for the day you want to bid, and how much you want to bid. Or, maybe you just have a story you want to share. Stories are always worth more. Read previous post for what I’m talking about.
It’s been an overwhelming time. I have been editing like crazy for other people, and I really want to get back to my own writing, so tonight I started on that promise. But how else to pay for the kitchen if I don’t work my patookis off. Oh, and then there’s life in general. But I’m having fun, so something must be right.