Just Pat

"...all language about everything is analogical; we think in a series of metaphors. We can explain nothing in terms of itself, but only in terms of other things." (Dorothy Sayers, Mind of the Maker, 1941)

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Tuesday, December 07, 2004

The Construction Chronicles, Part 6


Key of C:
"Heaven came down, and glory filled my soul..."
(bass echo: FILLED MY SOUL)



A Tree of Heaven, that is (left of the big spruce). Yep, December 1 was high noon at the OK Corral for the scabby weed tree that was tipping my porch into my house with its incessant growth. I have a real estate picture of the house from 1994 in which there was no tree. No tree. The thing was several feet taller than my house when it met its brutal end.

Yes, I'm happy. No more worrying about hearing a crash in the night announcing the descent of my porch roof into the front yard. No more wondering if my friends might be able to pull it off for free, at the risk of a leg or a lobe of their brain. I highly recommend Randy's Tree Trimming, who did an excellent job at a killer price and left me fire wood to boot.
By the way, can any of you use some firewood??
More progress in which to glory:

  • Amazing Grace Elephant Company returned my stripped trim for the second floor.
  • Plumbing is done in the attic, until the sink bases are installed.
  • Bathroom fan is installed.
  • East window is installed and exterior trimmed out.
  • Bench under pretty window is in.
  • Drywaller is returning on Monday to finish hanging and texturing.

All that remains this week is to finish the insulation and clear the work area. Ahhhh...

So you know what I've started to do? I've started to clean the rest of the house. Yes, I'm taking it back. One room at a time. I'm starting with the living room. Tonight I've been dusting the blinds. Yes, the blinds. I usually get clostrophobic dusting blinds. All those slats, one at a time - makes me shudder to say it. But tonight, they are my slats, and I'm setting them free from their oppressor - DUST. They'd thank me if they weren't wood.

Funny how a little movement can produce the fortitude I need to get out of my slump and take back my territory.

Now on to the parlor...

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Monday, December 06, 2004

Don't Hate Me Because I'm Beautiful


Babbette before her morning coffee.

Taken over Thanksgiving at my sister's - a testimonial of the evils of digital delay. I post this for one reason and one only - to ward off
Johnny Depp's pursuit.

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