The spray foam insulation went in the ceiling this week.
As I wandered around yesterday morning before work, I noticed some strange shit happening in my garden.
Something is disappearing my corn plants.
I also noticed that random shit is sprouting wherever it feels like sprouting.
Part of me wants to just spread some compost around a patch of unsowed earth to see what springs up, but I really don’t have time for that. I’ve got Serrano peppers to deal with, peaches to deal with, pears to deal with, laundry to do, and a house to build. I’m exhausted just thinking about it.
Final note: my boss has returned home, safe & sound. He would probably still be trapped down there or even dead if it weren’t for the kindness of a stranger named Manuel who sheltered and fed my boss and then drove him home to Dallas when no rental cars could be found anywhere. Whoever & wherever you are, Manuel–thank you. You are a shining example of the best of humanity. #houstonstrong
I haven’t posted in a couple of days. We’re in the middle of a heat wave, and I had the day trip from hell on Tuesday. I spent most of Tuesday in a vehicle, with my little Mollie, in this heat wave that feels like the gates of hell have opened up because Sam and Dean Winchester did something stupid, scorching the earth; and there is no Castiel to save us.
Mollie has had something going on with her little forelegs and paws. I finally decided that enough is enough; it was time to take her to the doctor. Pancho had some things to take care of in Shreveport anyway, and Sunshine made arrangements for me to pick up some freegan windows for our little house, and a replacement for my dying Volvo while I was over there and had Pancho to help me get it home.
side note: Pancho was a mechanic in a previous incarnation. He doesn’t want to do mechanicking for a living anymore, but he’s willing to do a bit of it to help out around here.
I wound up spending a lot of time in the Volvo, parked in the shade, waiting on things to happen. Even in the shade, my car’s air conditioner could not keep up. I had started to wonder if I was having hot flashes until I saw this:
This might explain why I was hot as fuck inside a car with cold air conditioning that was parked in the shade.
It ain’t even August yet, people. Someone summon Castiel before I have to make a deal with the King of Hell to end this heatwave.
final note: Mollie was diagnosed with a generalized, widespread yeast infection. Her skin and ears were examined, tested, and treated. I was sent home with a ridiculous amount of medications, creams, drops, and potions. I spent $300 trying to save my little Mollie from some very miserable itching on her legs & feet and in her ears. Mr B spent $46 to get his pit bull seen by a local vet for a very similar issue on her side. Mollie’s doctor got into some very aggressive treatment, since this is not the first time Mollie has had an infection like this and is apparently one of the doxies that is predisposed to contract yeast infections very easily. Hopefully, my poor furbaby starts getting some relief.
So, I told you about the ridiculous couch I picked for my little house. Well, this week I bought some ridiculous throw pillows to go with the ridiculous couch. I went maximal.
I went for texture, and a bit of sheen, and a hint of purple.
There are two sets of the printed and pleated pillows, accounting for four of the six pillows I bought. The printed one reads black and gold in the pics, but it’s not black. It’s a deep brown that has a purple undertone. My accent colors are going to be deep blues and purples, so the couch can have some purple pillows to tie it all together.
Then there are the two oddball pillows that I just couldn’t say no to.
Yep, that’s a faux mink pillow and a faux silk dupioni with embroidery.
I have no words for myself.
final note: the pillows came from the thrift shop, and cost me a grand total of $13. I’ll give them a good cleaning (along with the couch) before they enter my house
Mr B brought his RV home from the dealership where he had it on consignment. He and Mrs B used it for a couple of weeks at the lake, then Mr B sold it outright to a different RV dealer.
While it sat here waiting for all this stuff to happen to it, Mr B did some minor things to it. I have no idea what those things were, I just know that it has been at least month since I saw him up on a ladder doing things to the RV.
Today, while walking around the yard with Mollie, I was struck by this:
Part of me wanted to just scratch my head and wonder why on earth there is a ladder to nowhere in the middle of the yard. However, there’s a bigger part of me that knows that it fits the pattern around here: Mr B takes out thing, uses thing, leaves thing where he got done using it.
Welcome to my world, where ladders to nowhere are a thing.
So yesterday, I was walking into the thrift store to see what sort of crap they had that I couldn’t live without. As I walked down the sidewalk, I realized that my purse was extremely heavy, so I started digging.
There was an entire bunch of bananas in my purse?
Who does that shit?