Futility Now

I was really tired of my office being bright blue, so over the break we did something about it. First we painted the middles of all the walls a sort of nondescript tan. After that there was a beautiful vision in which we would strip and stain all the wood, but basically the stripper was so toxic we gave it up. Even the curtailed version of the plan in which we only stripped the floor molding was pretty exhausting, probably more unctuous than all of the subsequent painting combined.

Then we masked things off, which actually looked pretty cool on its own.

Then there was the painting of the dark portions. I think it turned out pretty well.

And that’s good, because it ended up being pretty crazy. We actually finished on the 31st, just in time to put on more appropriate Champagne-drinking outfits, which is good because boy howdy.

Hazel brought home a kitten.

His name is Yoshi.

Like all right-thinking creatures, he doesn’t care much for hanging files.

This is what was parked in front of the house this morning. I think I’m offended.

So I think that the lady-friend is planning some sort of post extravaganza with, all, pictures and stuff. While we’re here waiting, however, I thought I might say a few words about how awesome things are out here in the hinterland of Portland.

The house is, of course, a big factor here. We’ve been working at a pretty tremendous clip to transform it into the home of our dreams, and the approximation becomes more reasonable each day. I had to reprise my death-defying ladder antics in order to pull off and clean the second floor storm windows. Naturally, there is still a lot of chaos and boxes and debris to take care of, but we think the end of the initial campaign is in sight.