Argh! I have been horribly remiss in updating here. Now that I’m all better, Guy’s vacation week is over and he is back to traveling all over the damn place, his kids are with their mother, and my kids are back to the regular schedule, I have to do some serious buckling down.
First, the book. WRITE THE BOOK. It will not write itself no matter how much I shame it. It is like a two year old. Dancing around without a diaper.
Second, a BIG PROJECT. It will be fantastic if I can pull it off, with substantial bonus for finishing within an impossible timeframe, but I’m built for speed at the last minute. (And yes, I will be charging you full freight if I pull this off. And if I do, I expect you to hand me the contract for moving your shop! I so love when the people on either side of a deal know exactly who and what they are working with. Clarity abounds.)
Oh! I have lovely new curtains in my office so the cheap, aluminum blinds don’t sear vertical patterns into my retina once the sun starts moving to this side of the house. I spend the latter half of each day crouched behind my gigantic monitor, shifting my chair and turning it bit by bit as the sun moves and occasionally shoots through the little string holes and lasers my vision to pieces. By dinner time I am crouching with my chin near the desk, the monitor tilted down, and sitting nearly parallel to the windows.
So, we have new curtains. Sheers on the way. Double-hung, lined, and pretty fucking pricey. This is where I spend so much of my time, and I have to be saner than usual this summer. Moving my desk downstairs with six kids on summer vacation is not an option. Plus, I can see the pool from here and shout out the windows whenever someone tries to surf on a plank of wood or sets up a ramp near the water.
We did kitchen drapes too, since Guy’s parents are here and are amazingly handy. We had a production line going, with his mom ironing, me organizing and threading, and the guys installing the hardware. Plus, we found a chandelier in storage that Guy’s grandfather made out of stained glass, Craftsman-style. The difference is amazing.
Yes, we have decided to stick it out one more year in this rental as the housing market is awful and the inventory stinks. The only places available around here either have horse property where the house is not much better than the barn, or nestled along one of the many windy, solitary roads in this town along rain-saturated foothills that have been coming down and becoming part of people’s yards. I’ll stick to the builder home in the gated community. Dated interior, but safe from flooding or landslides.
Which is just the right amount of sanity for now.
Now, that is, that Logan has made the Little League Majors All-Star Team and will have daily practices, games, and events through the end of July. Did I mention that all of this takes place 15 miles away, over the mountain? Near his father’s house? And that his father is out of town for ten days? And we will have their terrier puppy? I must have mentioned it. Because as hard as I try to block it, there it all is again.