Himself: Doggedly worked on the half bath way past the time he should have had dinner. Took me out to the Corvette Diner for a hamburger. Slept poorly, only six hours. I blame the drugs and staying up late to watch the Padre’s win in the 9th inning.
Herself: I ate that hamburger with a knife and fork. No world vision for me….I keep shrinking. Enjoying my friend Bee expand….new face, new art advisor, and new stuff for her husband too.
A blog you might like: Yum Yum Café started off as if you were stopping by to have a cup of coffee with her. It’s expanded into to offer more of a world vision than a personal one….tho the personal is still there.
Reading: Nothing. Imagine. There are new books next to my chair, and I will soon be digging in the pile. Today tho I volunteer to sort books at the Discovery shop, and always I look forward to that.
Gratitude: G, the downstairs bath usability at last, feeling a bit better at last.
He worked. I kept hiding up stairs with forays downstairs with my camera in hand.
He kept on working. Nothing is straight in that room….the ceiling drops a very visable 3/4 of an inch. We decided to ignore that. He didn’t ignore the half inch gaps and curves of the walls by the cove moldings.
That really solid but horribly painted corner cupboard looks perfectly Mexican this Cinco de Mayo…(which is now one of those American Amateur Drinking Holidays instead of a small holiday to celebrate the winning of the Mexican army over the French at the battle of Puebla). There’s still details to be added like a towel holder and the toilet paper holder….a Shabby Chic, long ago choice that will be painted black. Mexicans mix all eras together with strong colors, and the results work well. They keep me amused anyway while we save money. Mirrors. Art.
Towels too. A green one perhaps to match G’s vision of the room. Orange. Gold and fuchsia too….they can be found at thrift stores.
Next, we will get the living room back.