Random House Bits

1. This house has no straight lines.  That is, where the wall meets the trim, where the wall meets the wall--nothing is straight.  I'm told this is normal for a hundred year old house, but it makes painting the spots where one color meets another a nightmare for my little perfectionist soul.  I think it all has to be a metaphor that I haven't yet been able to put words to, or maybe just some sort of Zen exercise in "letting go"....

2. I love having floors that I can scrub.  A little something funny looking on the tile--no problem.  A little grimy spot in the corner of a stair that looks like its been collecting dust for fifty years--get me a bucket and a rag.  A paint-y paw print on the hardwood from where Moe has walked through paint, again--totally fixable....  

3. And while I'm speaking of them, the dogs are settling in nicely.  Moe keeps trying to steal Porter's bed in the confusion.  Porter keeps letting him know that she isn't that confused.  They really want to investigate the yard more fully, but we have to get a fence up first.  Sadly, the previous owner's stand of prairie grasses is also going to have to come out.  Sweet Husband threw Moe's tennis ball in there yesterday evening, and Moe came out covered in burrs.  I'm thinking of planting some sort of perennial milkweed or other butterfly attracting plants instead....

4. My little sister is a fabulous human being.  Truly, she is the most helpful eleven-year-old I know.  And she's really keeping me laughing at everything.  Yesterday, we were painting the stairwell ceiling, and she was holding my paint tray down below.  Just as I took the first stroke with a roller, she looked up and said, "Don't drip on me!"  Simultaneously, a big drip of paint landed right on her cheek.  We dissolved into fits of giggles....

5. Ditto for Sweet Husband.  As he is actually going to live here too, his motives are less pure than Sweet Sister's, of course, but, really, he's been great.  (Although when I caught him looking at real estate last night, and he joked that it was "just in case we want to move again", I told him I'd forward his mail to his new address.)