Welcome to Friday Ramblings.
The day where I let loose my thoughts and general ideas. Within reason.
Let's begin, shall we?
A word of advice:
When you have two art shows coming up and all your insecurities are pouring out on your art floor, it's probably not the best time to begin a remodel.
Not a big remodel, just the lighting in the kitchen and family room, new countertops in the kitchen and painting the cupboards. And then painting the house inside. Then moving furniture in that has been sitting in the garage for nine months. Oh, and cleaning the carpets. Ummm...and putting new faucets in upstairs in the bathroom. Maybe squeezing in a new vanity in the downstairs bathroom.
Not a big remodel, really. It's not like we are knocking down walls. Just half of my kitchen ceiling.
Please. Let me live in this bubble. It will be good.
Art and Fear
Observations On The Perils (and Rewards) of Artmaking
By David Bayles and Ted Orland.
Probably a book that is saving my sanity right now. I would advise getting it and reading it with a highlighter.
We went to the first home football game last week. It was 104 degrees. I guess I won't rush to bring blankets and jackets to the game tonight. Is it o.k. to bring a fan? Kinda not the fall look, but we do what we need to do out here in sunny So. Cal.
Miss Brenna loves football. Adores it. Her favorite team is Greenbay, all though when Mr. Favre moved to the Jets, it was a bit of an adjustment. Now that he is retired, it's even more confusing.
Miss Brenna loves her mighty Eagles just as much as the team from the land of cheese and somehow at last week's game, I heard her voice over the loudspeaker screaming, "GO EAGLES!!!!!" How she got up there was beyond me, considering kids are not allowed up by the announcer. When I asked her how she got up there, she said, "I couldn't see the football game, so I moved up there."
Why is it, when a cold hits the family, there are times it takes three weeks to get rid of it? Why can't we get it all at once and not one person per week, Mom being the last of the mohicans?
We found new chew marks on the door frame that leads into the garage. Deep gouges made by a frantic animal who was left alone for no more than an hour.
I think new door molding will be added to the remodel list.
Did you know there is a diagnosis for this? It's called extreme separation anxiety. It might be fixed by doggie prozac if I want to spend $60 a month on a prescription. I'm thinking it will be cheaper to do this rather than repair another door frame. There is some training that needs to be done along with the medication. Like showing your dog how to play by it's self. Or leaving the house for one minute increments and coming back to let the dog know it won't die from separation. Then you graduate to two minute increments and five minutes, and so on.
Uh huh. I'll get right on that.
I think Miss Party needs to be reassured I'm not looking for an alternative living arrangement at the moment.
I will also end on a word of advice...
When your contractor finds the Jasmine vine that is growing OUTside the wall of your kitchen INside the kitchen ceiling while putting in the new lighting, it might be time to pop the bubble.