I sort of 'unset' my alarm last night, so it did not go off when I needed it to. But I swear, I woke up to a voice saying, 'they're here' (not in a wiggy poltergeist way). I sat up, put my feet on the floor and the phone rang telling me the window washers were in the yard.
I cannot believe the difference a good washing has made. Obviously, I could see out of the windows, but nothing like this! What a delight. Now I want to invite everyone over just so they can look out the windows. I've got a great view and, well, CLEAN!
I may be just a tad too joyful about this.
Pulling all the furniture away from the windows caused me to get that crazy clean gene going so I have dusted and vacuumed all the things. And washed a glass light fixture.
There is more to do...there is always more to do...but the place is pretty spiffing at the mo.
And Bartleby is relishing snoozing in a sun spot on the great room floor.
It's good. It's really good.
bonny, that sounds like an ideal way to celebrate the Solstice and the return of more sun!
bonny, that sounds like an ideal way to celebrate the Solstice and the return of more sun!
Perzactly!
I was just bummed that I didn't get the courage up to spend the money so it could have been done yesterday. In the end, it was a c-note well spent as it makes this room waaaay more appealing as a place to offer workshops.
Am now earwormed with "I Can See Clearly Now". But I can think of worse thing to have stuck in my head. I'm glad you get to celebrate the return of the light so well, bonny. You deserve good things.
I'm leaving for Nashville tomorrow. My brain translated it to cleaning anxiety, which is ever present anyway, as opposed to finishing work, packing, wrapping, clothes washing, do I have everything anxiety.
Well, in that case, I wish safe travel, sanity in the preparation, and not-too-much craxy while you are there.
Mr Peabody is now on The List. After many months of not chewing anything he wasn't supposed to, he just ate a fairly expensive shoe.
Am now earwormed with "I Can See Clearly Now".
Nash or Cliff?
If the answer is neither, don't tell me.
Nash, baby. [link] I can't decide if I love the leather suit or not. Doesn't matter, the man could be wearing shag carpeting and a Richard Nixon fright mask, as long as he sings like that.
I just static-shocked Harvey's nose. Time to turn up the humidifier.
I just static-shocked Harvey's nose.
Critters always look so betrayed when you do that.
Although, the advantage of watching Cliff's video [link] is clips from Cool Runnings, which got me through some dark times. So, yeah, Nash or Cliff, no wrong answer except "neither".
