I have a work space . . .

The carpenters left with a Hi Ho Silver and a cloud of dust. Literally. There is dust on every surface from drilling the cord holes. But . . . who cares, I have a work space. A scrap room. A studio. A dedicated room. Call it what you may, I am tippy-tapping my way joyfully around putting things here and there. Giddy, I say. Just plain GIDDY!!! I actually have two work areas. One for normal stuff and one for . . . I don't know, sewing, having a friend over the scrap, or just plain having another area to mess around in. The blinds come in Wednesday afternoon. This afternoon, we are chair hunting (I stole Frank's for the time being), and I need to pick up the frame for files that go in the center set of drawers. The rug is on order and Frank is figuring out the crown molding. Then come the no bracket 3.5" deep shelving for my stamps and it is done. No excuses, I will have to create. What glorious fun.

Update and bad momma story . . .

Update: Bear weighs 4.25 pounds and Ninja weighs a whopping 2.63 pounds. They guestimate Bear at 14 weeks and Ninja at 8. They are both in good health but came with every parasite known to man. They have now been treated and are due back in three weeks for check-ups and more vaccinations. However, they are in quarantine from Snoop and Moak for at least another week. Not that either seems to mind. Snoop is put out that they have occupied my bedroom and bathroom. His territory! Moak, being the downstairs cat doesn’t even know they exist. He is leaving for college on the 14th anyway.

The last thing I said to Frank before I fell asleep last night was, “Don’t forget to put the toilet cover down.” So, this morning I wake up, do my business and head downstairs to get breakfast ready for the big guys and a plate for the little guys. I walk back up stairs and open the door to the bathroom, which is connected to the bedroom, and almost lose my balance as I step barefooted into a suspicious puddle near the toilet. Righting myself just in time to avoid a plate of kitten kibble and wet food being plastered on my ceiling, I think, oh, no, another one that misses the litter box. That was at least until I spied Ninja. A soaking wet Ninja. Evidently, swallowing my own words, I forgot to put the toilet cover down and she fell in. Poor little girl. Undaunted, she scampered around and attacked her breakfast with gusto, Bear at her side. Bad momma.

On the excellent news front and pictures to follow this afternoon, the cabinetry guy called last week and said he will be here today to install my cabinets and then will deliver the countertop the first of the week. This morning he arrived with BOTH. When they are finished today, my work area will be ready!!!! I am so freakin’ excited!!!!

introducing . . .

Ninja and he with no name yet. Yep, we headed to a rescue shelter and were overwhelmed. The little black guy . . . Ninja adopted Frank. It was love and kisses at first sight. Startled the heck out of Frank who soon sported a huge grin. Mine, he who has yet to be named, is a little older at 10 ish weeks. He is a brown tabby with some Maine Coon mixed in. Snoop is not so enthralled. He is wide eyed under the bureau with no intent of leaving anytime soon. Especially since Ninja is running all over the bedroom like a rocket. I'll give him another five minutes before he crashes and snores. Love having babies in the house again but I still miss Bru terribly.

ain't that the truth . . .

Gotta love the billboards running down the interstate. This one was so much better than the 7,961 Huddle House boards we passed, or the obnoxious Stucky's pecan log roll advertisements, or watching a Waffle House fly by at 75 mph. Yep, this was today's favorite!

The puppet show

My neighbor sent me this this morning. Hi Paula, thanks for sharing.

my little lexicon . . .

This is the start and finish to my newest project . . . a miniature lexicon. Of course there is no middle yet as it is very much a work in progress, but the 4 x 4 accordion book will be filled with my favorite words. Everyone has them . . . words that evoke memories . . . or make you happy. Words that make your heart swell or just plain tickle your fancy. Key words that just unlock emotions. "Giddy" is one. It never fails to make me smile. Some I just like because of the way they roll off your tongue like "tundra". "Whiffle" is an odd word but it's fluency appeals to me. Clouds "scud". . . a great descriptive word. Anyway, you get my drift. I love words and this book will celebrate them.

a new world . . .

sometimes having a time crunch comes with its own benefits. I had to be at the dentist at 9 am., Kaity arrives at 7:45, her bus comes at 8:22. Somewhere in there, I needed to get in my morning bike ride before the heat gets unbearable. The only way I could figure to squeeze everything in: getting cleaned up and presentable to get my teeth cleaned and have some time to catch up with Kaity's previous day, was to leave at 6:3o.

The world is different as the sun is coming up. The moisture is still in the air. There are sheets of blueish haze on the fields rising up two or three feet . . patchy . . . ethereal. Out of habit, I had grabbed my prescription sunglasses. It was too dark to wear them. The cars still had their lights on. In my blindness, everything looked rather Van Gogh-ish . . . blurred and faded yet clean with the expectation of a new day. The cranes were still out in the ponds, looking for breakfast I suppose. The egrets joined them begging for leftovers. The grass was still wet with dew and just starting to sparkle in the new sun. An eerie world . . . but strangely pleasant and definitely a welcome surprise.