I did indeed need supplies, so off into town we went. Stopped by the Farmer’s Market because everybody knows sexy people support local producers, right? Met Gus.
The balloon was free, the duckie cost two bucks, but anybody who’s met her knows she’s not walking by three full shelves of duckies without doing something cute enough to get one sent home with her.
This is the one she picked.
We invest in so little media we don’t even receive any sports coverage.
Ask me why I wasn’t surprised.
Her grandpa used to come and get me no matter where I was or what I was doing when Bugs Bunny came on. He’d be proud.
It was a good weekend for movies, too. Not a drop of sunshine outside.
Which kinda made everybody stay in, which was great, because I had a big job I didn’t want to leave half finished for a minute longer than it would take to finish, and yay! Free child care!
Oh it was gross. I grew up doing move-out cleaning and light reno in extremely low value properties. I know the answer to “why on earth would they” is always “you’ll see”.
The “you’ll see” under the so-badly-done-you-wonder-why-they-bothered textured ceiling was a variety of stains, scars and holes that were entirely anticipated and could have been much worse. But it did kill any hope of a one day job.
Fun discovery: not a single screw holding up the extremely heavy light fixture framing was screwed into anything but drywall.
But it got done.
And it is every bit as un-pinterest worthy as the last humble improvement, and just as magnificent in my eyes. Fortunately my spatial relations expert is also experienced in electrical work, because I got a little shock installing a ceiling light once and now I’m flinchy about it. It’s not good to work overhead with glass and short arms when you’re flinchy.
It is clean and it is bright and that is why it is beautiful to me. That is all I need to be happy.
Well okay, a kitten-warmed bed is pretty nice too.