holding my breath . . .

Frank is putting the second coat of paint on my new room and by this afternoon I will be able to divest my bathroom and bedroom of all the bags and boxes that belong in the loft and wait ever so impatiently for the six weeks it will take for the cabinetry to come in. In the meantime with the room so freshly painted, the window and screen look oh so miserably grubby. What's a body to do? The screen is easy to remove, take downstairs and scrub in the driveway but the outside of the windows . . . that is a whole other story . . . as in second story . . . as in hovering over the pool deck . . . as in concrete. But a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do, so there I am outside the window, balancing on the cage beams, Windex in hand, hoping my will is up-to-date. EEK.

And to everyone's delight, this will be the last post on my room until mid September. Thanks one and all for putting up with my ramblings on this topic.