Vanishing virgins,
Violet in vanilla,
Veiled, verdant Venus.
Chiseled out wood of the lower part of the jamb, that kept the lower/freezer drawer from opening, or closing properly. Fridge is too big for the space. Nice fridge, not it's fault they bought the wrong size. I apologized to House the Home as I chopped away. The raw wood smells of oak. But the freezer opens well, now. I'll put a seal on the bare wood soon. Cleaned the plumber's rubble in the basement, kicked up a cloud of dust, for which my sinuses and lungs are not appreciative. D instrumental in putting up the curtain rod in the dining room, a few of my scarves are up there now. General odds and ends day, with the usual necessary cleaning and cooking. D dealing with phone, voip has issues here. Much frustration - and the joys of a local ISP, they just replaced the unit, and we just went and picked it up, no waiting for the U.S. Postal Service.
I'm really enjoying all the challenges, a sort of huge puzzle to be solved bit by bit. No slacking off. Something to DO every day. And figuring out how to do it.
Moby a velcro cat this morning. If I went into a room, there he was, exploring every closet I opened, purring and curious. Didn't want to do the basement, because he'd have been right at my heels. Waited until D was home, and Moby's settled in for a long nap.
3 comments:
Yes, the first few weeks in the new home are enticing in the variety of things there are to do. It drains, however.
I like the description 'velcro cat'
Moby seems as happy as a cat can be...
Vanishing virgins is a delightful phrase.
Voluminous voles
voted vociferously
for vivacity
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