I got a late start to Sunday. Not that I have a schedule on Sunday, but I do try to be up and have breakfast cooking before mother in law wakes up. Otherwise, she winds up having a peanut butter and banana sandwich and I end up eating a guilt sandwich. I know she will live if she makes herself a sandwich, I just don’t think she can live on peanut butter and banana sandwiches, though, I think she would argue it’s totally possible.
But she didn’t feed herself. She just took her dogs outside and quickly retreated back to the warmth of her covers. It’s a cold one in Knoxville today. Not as cold as it will likely get this winter, but it’s the first taste of winter this year. It just wasn’t a big enough bite to make the rest of the leaves fall off the trees out front. I thought I could wait until they all fell to get them all mulched up. I did a first batch last week. Looks like this week will be a second batch and, unfortunately, a third. In my other life, I would leave them or mulch some and rake some around my own trees. In this life, we have an HOA.
But that’s a project for another day, because today’s project will consist of me finishing my glorious red bathroom. I finished painting it yesterday and started getting plate covers and towel rings back on the wall. Today, I’m hanging up the old photos that I decorated the room around. I’m pretty sure I’m the only person in the universe to say, “oh, I love those old pictures, let’s color drench the bathroom and hang them in there!”
I did recently discover that the portraits are not of mother in laws family. Apparently they are just prints that were popular way back when of a “southern belle” and a “northern belle.” Whoever painted them definitely favored the South and portrayed the Southern belle with more beauty. Although, by today’s standards, they’d probably have lip filler and be on Ozempic.
Other than some light decor, I am not planning on doing too much. I’m still trying to kick this cold or whatever it is. Most of the day, it’s just a sore throat. Well, a throat that feels like I’ve tried to eat my Holiday cactus. It’s the night time when I lay down that this devilish cough grabs me and won’t let go.
Speaking of my Holiday cactus. She has bloomed. Both of them have. And they are starting earlier than last year and look like they will have way more flowers. Apparently, they love it here. Maybe it’s because every day in this house feels like a long cold night?
But I’m trying to change that one room at a time. And, honestly, I think it’s working.
Will and I are over our hump (for now). The dog gate is securely re-attached at the top of the steps. The storage pods are unloaded. And as they say here in the south, lord willing and the creek don’t rise, we will get everything in something like order before Thanksgiving…which we are hosting here, so if you’re local and don’t have shit to do, stop on by to my shitshow!
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