i have transformed our home. it used to be a cluttered mess with potential. now....now it is spacious and clean. we now have a den. so exciting! the den used to be a room full of boxes and bags of clothes for the good will. it was a the definition of "wasted space" and now it is the definition of RAD. and the living room used to be cute and cozy....and now it is cute and spacious. like, you can breathe in it. or sit and read a book.
other ongoing project: the back deck. this used to be covered with astro turf. yes. ASTROTURF. it is now in a heap in the alley. the wood underneath looks great. by summer, this will be the place to be. did i mention we have a soft serve machine? yeah. uh huh.
next project: i will conquer the bedroom. it will be mine. i need to get rid of 80% of my clothes. i wear the same three outfits in rotation so really....i don't need the amount of clothes that i have....even if they are pretty and i love them. then, after the heap is gone, i will organize the dresser and closet. THEN i am going to paint! this is so exciting! and get new bedding!
this is what people with no jobs get excited about.
i also get excited about what to make for dinner, the new Domino magazine, laundry, our raccoons, and how much coffee i can drink in one day. and wearing slips, slippers and sweaters all day.
we have two resident raccoons. they have names. Phil is young and curious. he is a little timid. he likes to climb the tree in the back yard. His sleep cycle is off because he hangs out during daylight hours. This might be due to day light savings. Scar is older and i think female. she has either been tortured my humans or run over by a car. she is missing half her tail and has a huge hairless patch on her back from a previous wound. she is a bit mangled, not afraid of anything, and well fed. Scar, picks up a morsel of cat food with her cute little paw, dips in in water and places it in her mouth. she eats formally. she has incredible manners. her visiting hours are from 9-10 pm.
i went from fearing them and making it my mission to scare them away forever by throwing things, charging and screaming, to loving them, naming them, and buying extra cat food for them. charlie, our retarded cat, seems indifferent to them. they live together in harmony, even though everyone tells me that raccoons kill cats. charlie is stupid. i am sure the raccoons are aware of this and pity him.