Argh. We used the wrong paint so I am repainting the family room AGAIN. I was hoping to keep my blogging streak intact, but duty calls. And my dearest teaching widower. I know it’s going to be gorgeous and I get to listen to my worship music unimpeded! Win-win.
Our bare room is soon to be our bear room! I’m so excited! I’ll show you the “after” pictures when I’m done. Love to put on worship music and paint away.
We tried out a couple of colors and now have a winner. I can’t wait to stock the room with bears!
All we want to do is watch the NFL playoffs. And all we have done is chat with ATT and stare at fatal error messages on the TV screen.
I am sorry to know that, too, Nova. Eventually Zach G. got us a temporary fix yesterday. Today, Alice applied another temporary fix. And not one of the football teams I’ve supported has won. Boohoo.
Preparing to paint the family room has become a full-time occupation for me and my dearest teaching widower. It may lead to murder because I am sick of trying to decide what looks best and have no sense of color, anyway. Family, friends, and anyone who dares to enter our house are quizzed on their preferences, too. I think I saw my widower chatting with the UPS driver.
My dearest widower is offering a prize to the reader who can identify the paint color “Modern History” in the photo below. I think he likes that color best for our walls, but that’s a perpetually changing preference. Not sure what the prize is, but let me know if you can find it and I’ll do something for you. Maybe I’ll paint your family room.
We’re already on our second print for the main wall (we ordered a small version to check out the colors). I like this one of Bridal Veil Falls in Yosemite because we once hiked to the top of the falls. I thought we were going to tumble to our deaths because the rocks were so slick with water and moss. We made it then, but our relationship has hit more rocky steps over these ruddy paint chips!
I’m hoping we can make a decision before I destroy all the chips. Or worse.
It’s too late for me to change my mind, and my doctor is convinced this was the right decision, but I wish I hadn’t gotten a flu shot. I’ve had flu shots regularly for years and they almost always make me sick. And I still get the flu. Last year, H2N3 leveled me for a couple of months.
This time, my reaction to the shot was unusual. First, I was sort of manic and lost my already-thin social cognition. I laughed wildly about very personal topics with two receptionists at a radiology clinic. I also went shopping for school stuff after that, which could have been a financial disaster. Thankfully, a growing sense of fatigue cut my journey short. When I got home, I told my dearest teaching widower that I felt odd and he nodded kindly. Of course.
By that afternoon, I had severe chills and went to bed. My widower covered me in layers of down comforters and fetched a heating pad. I could not feel any warmth from the pad, even on its highest setting. I insisted that it was broken, but he put his hand under the covers and said, “No! It’s very hot!”
Of course, I was burning hot when I woke the next day and could not cool down. I felt feverish and achy. That evening, I started itching and felt like I’d been nibbled all over by ticks. After a few doses of Benadryl, I finally slept. I’m still itchy but overall, this wasn’t the worst experience I’ve had with the flu shot. Still….
What do you think? Are flu shots worth it? Have you experienced strange side effects or am I just weird? Maybe you shouldn’t answer that.
We knew that Hurricane Florence was huge before she arrived, but her 5 mph speed is a nightmare for the coastal and sandhill regions of North Carolina. Some areas have been drenched with two feet of water and the worst is yet to come, as rivers continue to surge over their banks. We are so fortunate to be north of the hardest-hit areas (see blue dot below). The current band of tropical rain has put us back in a flood advisory, but I’m more concerned about our pine trees with their shallow root systems in this saturated soil.
My dearest teaching widower just showed me a clip that urged safety for North Carolinians who have lost their power- because someone doesn’t want to go to a bunch of baby showers! I think we are safe on that front, at least.
Silver Resurrection sounds like the name for Terminator movie, right? I thought my Subaru was dead and gone, but a used engine was cheaper than buying a new car. So I shed unnecessary tears and my precious wheels are back. My daughter-in-law has told me you never name a tree (I shed tears over losing Baby), and perhaps that holds true for cars as well.
If only we could have a Floor Resurrection! We’re digging out under yet another thick layer of sawdust but our subfloor in the kitchen has been covered with plywood! Who knows? Eventually we may have a new floor and new dishwasher. Baby steps, baby steps.
On the other hand, I had just painted the kitchen this past weekend and now… yuck!
Well, it’s only sawdust. Better than what Hurricane Florence may drop on us!
As hurricane Florence slowly approaches the North Carolina coastline, most of us are constantly checking for updates, comparing previous hurricane experiences, and bemoaning all manner of things. No water, bread, or milk in the stores, gas stations drained dry. Schools closed as we look out a calm, gray sky. We debate which spaghetti model best predicts Florence’s path. Yeah, spaghetti.
Meteorologists are debating the merits of the American versus European computer models. We have this centuries-old rumble with Europe, you know. And while the rest of the world measures kilometers, we are talking about wind speeds of 140 miles per hour. And degrees Fahrenheit. And inches of barometric pressure. A hurricane event could be a terrific way for us to segue into the metric system because we need immersion, not random lessons. Opportunity lost. I guess no one at the beach wants to hear about immersion.
Florence has been a wonder of nature, though. Whether seen by infrared or from the ISS (below), she is a magnificent storm. If only she could stay in the Atlantic!
My dearest teaching widower and I are actually spending quality time together! So nice to leave the ruined kitchen floor, piles of laminate for upstairs, boxes, missing car, and general debris. We are also both “working” and loving it. I mean, if you have a passion for something, it’s pure joy to do it. The first day of school is next Monday and I can’t wait!
In the meantime, we’re together all day, which is awesome. I’ve been sending daily videos to a student of mine and asked my widower to join is. He has now become the star, the celeb of the beach. He is clever and funny! Just one of the many reasons I love him so. We go out when the sun is setting, the crowds have disappeared, and the temp is perfect.