We emerged into the dull haze of Monday morning to find this beauty just down the street.
Our neighbor’s going to have a fine Halloween.
Peaceful blue, with just a hint of green. A little less blue than robin’s egg, a little deeper than Tiffany blue.
It took nearly two dozen paint samples and several hours of deliberation. I selected the stain for the floors in the entire house in minutes. Why was this one tiny room so difficult?
And how will I ever make a decision on the living room?
It’s so easy to start second-guessing. I need to go with my instincts.
I am seriously considering getting the boys a kitten.
Have I lost my mind?
I’d love for them to get to name a pet, experience kittenish fun, and have it grow up along with them.
Secretly, see, I want a dog! But a cat would be low maintenance, comparatively, especially since we’ve got two already.
After losing Zevo earlier this year, the ratio of humans to cats has gone from 2:1 to 3:1, and it feels off.
It doesn’t help that friends keep posting and e-mailing about the strays they’re fostering who need homes. Like Space Kitten:
I haven’t had a kitten for almost 20 years. Might be fun.
I would like to start posting more regularly.
Because I love having a record of what I’ve been up to.
Like, for example, when construction began on the wall to enclose our first floor hallway powder room.
Three years ago.
As I explained at the time, I had to call a halt because the FIL had instructed the carpenters to put the wall in the wrong place – too far out, making the bathroom more spacious but the stairwell too close for comfort, just where the run ends and you have to turn left to exit into the living room. It worked for the FIL, a smallish fellow, but for largish me? No way, no how.
The carpenter didn’t want to cross the FIL, and I didn’t want to cross the carpenter, but I really needed the wall to be in the right place. The powder room is a convenience that gets occasional use. The stairway is used a gazillion times each day. I didn’t want to feel squished every time I went up or down the stairs.
I sent the carpenter home, figuring I’d catch my breath and sort things out after the dust had settled, maybe later in the week.
And somehow three years went by. During which time we used a shower curtain in lieu of wall/door.
No longer! Work, performed by the eminently sensible D., began yesterday. The old wall framing is gone, replaced by new, in just the right place. The very place I’d marked on the wall three years ago.
With luck, by the end of the day we’ll have a wall and a door! This door:
And for the first time ever, I’ll be able to go into my powder room AND CLOSE THE DOOR.
I have a problem.
And with recipes.
When I started using e-mail – lo, these many years ago – I began to build an archive of recipes. At first, I’d type in new ones, learned from friends or torn from magazines. And then, as the internet evolved, I’d just copy and paste them into an e-mail, so that I could view them from anywhere.
I now have 1874.
One thousand, eight hundred and seventy-four.
Of which I’ve probably cooked maybe 100. And yet, I’m as apt to Google if I need one. What is up with that?
On a separate but related note, I entered a contest to design a new hoagie. The official “With Love” hoagie. It’s a gimmick cooked up by philly.com/food, the Greater Philadelphia Tourism Marketing Corporation, and Primo Hoagies.
I figured if love is involved, it needs to be less of a fat/calorie bomb than the typical Philly-style meal. Hence, the Heart-Healthy Hoagie!*
Spread pesto sauce on hoagie roll. Layer on grilled chicken, eggplant, sharp provolone and ham.
Serve with a side of marinated mushrooms.
*Okay, it’s not truly health food. But – marketing!