|No, we're not remodeling Corgis. Now that I have your attention...|
1. So here we are, boys and girls, November and the first snow on the way, and I finally got my bathroom remodeled. If the contractor's supply place hadn't kept selling my diverter to other people, it would have been done two months ago. This is how you lose customers, people...
So, before picture.
|Our minuscule downstairs bathroom stripped to the studs.|
|Now with super duper waterproof wallboard.|
|Isn't it pretty? We've nicknamed it the Taj-Mah John.|
2. So people keep asking me why I'm not doing NaNoWriMo. Because. Because I've done it before and know I can produce 50,000 words of drivel. Because I'm working on a poetry manuscript that frankly takes precedence. Because my Second Unfinished Fantasy Novel had a flaw in its plot that I've had to resolve before I can get writing on it again. And most importantly, because I don't want to. Got enough on my plate right now, thank you.
3. It's funny how much your dogs are like your kids. My dogs don't smell - or they smell acceptable to me. Other people's dogs - not so much. I'm sure they feel the same. Isn't it funny how familiarity makes you defensive? Then again, Corgis ARE the best dogs in the world. *Cue pearl clutching in three, two, one....*
4. The way to a bird's heart is through its great, big stomach. Every morning I step outside to fill the bird feeders. Every morning I'm greeted by a cloud of winged things, cheeping about starving and what took me so long. Chickadees are brave enough to hang just over my head and scold me. The resident dove couple, Bob and Earl (We don't judge) usually explode in a panic and fly up to the bigger tree. 160 pounds of seed. Three cases of suet. Any bets on how long it will last?
5. I'd like to remodel my kitchen, but you know, kitchens are big. Kitchens are expensive. Kitchen might have to settle for a new floor, coat of paint and new appliances. My biggest worry? Where to move the dog's feeding and watering stations if I do anything to the kitchen. Can't tell who rules the roost around here, can you?