Well it's snowing. Can you beat it? All this mess I am in and now I have to cope with the snow. Thank God we got that carport up. Winter clothes are snug. Was eight pounds thinner last year at this time. (sigh)
Got the downstairs bedroom painted. "Acapulco Tan" it said on the can. As I was painting I kept thinking I recognized the color but I couldn't think from where. When I got all done the room looked like the inside of a mud hut, with a cream colored ceiling and trim. Was way too dark. And after all that flipping work. And it was a really odd color. Mark as usual nailed the problem on the head when he saw the completed room. "Why did you paint it this creepy flesh color" he asked? Yep. That was it. My new dream bedroom is the same color as the flesh colored crayon in the old crayola boxes. Pinky, orangey, tan...with cream colored ceiling and trim. I cried, and then laughed, got hysterical in fact. Every time I repeated "creepy flesh color" another paroxysm of hysteria would hit me. Mark finally got worried and said we need to quit and go home. I said, "we are home." He hauled me out of the house still wiping my eyes and guffawing.
I am more philosophical this morning. We were not supposed to buy this house and God intends for us to go broke. (I am kidding, I think.) We are not going to get into this house until the end of October. I will have to borrow money from friends/relatives to pay the house payment and rent for another month and for moving expenses. I have been fighting to get finished in such a way as to not spend so much money, but it can't be done. We are worn out. We are going to need paid help. At least to move. Who ever heard of moving without going into debt anyway?
We did take time out while buying the flesh colored paint to go and visit Mollie Bea. She is living on a ranchette with fourteen other dogs. They eat and sleep (in their own padded dog crates) in a heated barn and run around a huge fenced yard. She looks marvelous. Almost all the sap has worn off her coat which is now a shiny clean black. She has gained weight and looks like a dog instead of a skeleton. I wondered if she would remember me. She did. "Raptures" is what the dog lady said. She (Mollie, not the dog lady) sat on my feet when she wasn't licking me. She also sat on Mark's feet and licked him. He says he has reservations about us having this dog. But he was also making plans for a dog run and a dog bed. The cats are going to hate me. I hope we will all be fine.
I am freezing up here typing. Can't find my fingerless gloves. The upstairs in the new house has better heat I think. It will be a blessing. My poor hands are about done in. Am going with Mark again today on his hundred mile commute. I am going to buy more paint. A nice light beige.
I hope my winter coat still fits. Take care of yourselves. Love Bea