This year has just…gone. Poof. Fweh. Zoom. I honestly don’t feel like I’ve ever fully recovered from moving. Possibly because the last dozen or whatever boxes still aren’t dealt with. I just need another bookshelf, at this point, and I don’t have one. #sigh Anyway. I have so many things to do. My daily Thinks To Do List looks like this, every day all month: – write 2k on REDEEMER (ie, nanowrimo) – revise (or proof) 50 pages on one of 3 different projects 50 pages : proofed – clean…
A piece of wallpaper is coming up, and so I went in search of a glue stick, see, and that’s where it all went wrong. The glue stick would be with Young Indiana’s not-entirely-unpacked stuff of that nature, so I went out to the sun room where most of that is. Where most of it is, uselessly, I might add, because you have to leave the house to get into the sun room, so it’s not a casual step in to get to all of that stuff, which includes paper…
This is long, but I’m Showing Stuff Off, so I’m not putting it behind a cut. :) The house & front garden: The sun room (with slightly distorted child), visible to the right of the house: The living room end of the Long Room: The dining room end of the Long Room: The library: To the left is the TBR shelf before 6 weeks of no net. The TBR shelf after 6 weeks of no net: The kitchen: My (the, but mostly my :)) office: My beloved Captain’s Chair: Guest…
Young Indiana’s room is pretty well sorted out now. I unpacked the toys a few days ago, and today went grimly to tackle the task of lining the new curtains with blackout liners. It wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be, and after about two hours I had big dramatic red curtains hung. Nana (Ted’s mom) made the terrific superheroes quilt on his bed. :) (Grandma, my mom, went forth into Dublin to find those curtains, after I totally failed to find any after checking every shop in…
The spotty child is on the road to recovery. There weren’t any new spots yesterday, just old ones increasing in awfulness, and today they are slightly fewer in number. Last night he was smoothing his hair down, and I said, “Stop rubbing.” He, greatly offended, said, “I’m NOT rubbing! I’m trying to look cooler! So the girls will notice when they walk by!” *dies of laughter* Unrelatedly, the other day we were all out in the back garden tossing an (American) football around, and Indy wanted me to do something–I…