Still moving. Well, not really much actual moving this week, just a lot of painting.
Both boys’ rooms were Unacceptable Colors. Michael’s was a burgundy-ish purple and Joseph’s was a striped white – as in there was a texture effect going on with a satiny-sort of white strip repeating over white paint.
So Monday and Tuesday, we painted. Michael went for super-bright blue and Joseph, a brownish-tinted beige.
In both cases, we did our work, got six inches from the ceiling, at which point I decided I couldn’t take another centimeter of painter’s tape and edging stress, sighed and gave the lecture, “There’s this thing called wallpaper borders. This is why people get them.” Which immediately led us to the Internet, then Paypal, then – next week – glorious borders of reptiles, the San Diego Chargers and Indiana Hoosiers.
Note: this new house will mark the first time they’ve had their own rooms since baby Michael’s crib moved into Joseph’s room in Fort Wayne. They’re excited. Tonight, after yet one more round of “HE WANTS TO KEEP READING BUT I WANT TO GO TO SLEEP” – I’m super excited, too.
My room needs to be painted, too. It’s sort of a gross baby blue. I purchased paint (green!) , but after painting the boys’ rooms, I’m feeling painted out. Plus, my room (unfortunately) has carpet. (I had an estimator come out and measure to replace it, even with cheapish wood laminate, but it was so stupidly expensive, I decided that it could wait. So I have to live with gross white carpet.)
But today, after a respite from painting, I recovered my energy and decided to go ahead and do it next week. I was going to have the guy who just completed my exterior paint job on the Old House to do it, but I was honestly afraid that he would glance at what damage we had done to the boys’ rooms and find just too many reasons to burst into humiliating laughter. So okay. I’ll tape down that drop cloth and get to work next week….
Living in our bungalow with three closets, I have spent years purging possessions and furniture. The new house is larger, and while I will not fall into the mindless and (seriously) devilish temptation of “Gotta buy stuff to fill up space,” the fact is, I could use a few more items here and there. A couple of extra bookcases, some chairs for the boys’ rooms, probably new beds for them. (They presently have storage “captain’s beds” with drawers underneath because their present room has no closet and didn’t really have room for a dresser – I hate them because they are heavy and bulky, so let’s look for something else, shall we?)
Which means I’ve been Craigslisting. Being patient, I’ve scored some deals – an Ikea Poang chair for Joseph’s room for thirty bucks, bought from a neurology resident on his way back to Michigan. An Ikea Malm dresser for forty, also for Joseph, from a couple on their way to China to be missionaries and teach English. The double advantage of the buys being that I don’t have to PUT THE BLASTED THINGS TOGETHER.
But, of course, there’s always this sort of thing. Reassuring? Perhaps. But also not, paradoxically, a strong selling point
“Has spots from moving but No Urine ..”
YAY! NO URINE! BLUE LIGHT SPECIAL!
Homeschooling is great. Because you can feel all proud that your kids are getting into Shakespeare and are reading a lot more and seem to be grooving in the “THE WORLD IS YOUR CLASSROOM” vibe…and then..
..the 8-year old is asked by the librarian how to spell his last name…AND HE CAN’T DO IT.
Score 1 for the every-dayness of writing your name over and over and over….
That said, home education is continuing apace for the next school year. Science museum classes have been signed up for – yay for not being too late to register this year – zoo classes are being awaited with baited breath. Piano lessons are next, as are art lessons. My only remaining question (besides LEARN HOW TO SPELL YOUR OWN LAST NAME FOR HEAVEN’S SAKE ) is that of online classes. I think the 12 year old would definitely benefit, especially in math – this is what I’m thinking about, because he has a good Math Mind and Mathness is about sharpness which is honed very well with Others – but I am loathe to be bound to a schedule. This is a huge reason we are homeschooling – to be free of all that – and once House #1 sells, we will be doing some more traveling, so on that score, we are dithering….
I’ve got another old photo note for you. It’s not because I’m all nostalgic for my childhood. Believe me, people, I’m not. I’m not. But I do find them fascinating, and I love this one.
Because, of course, in the old days, traditional Catholic women never wore….pants!
Okay. This was so freaky.
We were at House #2 today. I opened the front door to get the mail, got the mail, closed the door, and was BLASTED by the WEIRDEST sound – a shrieking almost-scream that made me jump five feet. I thought it was some sort of alarm I hadn’t been told of – I looked up, searching for a smoke or CO sensor.
Michael pointed – “MOM! It’s THAT!”
This guy (or gal) – a katydid.
He (or she) was captured and has been fed. It loved the lettuce and has ignored the grape. They are keeping it overnight, hoping for some more shrieking, but none have been forthcoming as yet. Thank goodness.
I cannot tell you how bloody loud this 1-inch Blessed Creation of God was
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