Tuesday, November 26, 2019

Thanksgiving Countdown

OK, so I'm exhausted. Per usual I've procrastinated and added way too much to my to-do list.

First I stepped on (idiot) the storm window insert for my old, ugly aluminium storm doors. I cannot justify fixing it so I decided to order two new Pella storm doors. I also lost all my keys (idiot) so I can't lock the house. Now I have to buy storm doors that lock.

But first I have to paint the door frame . . . just when the weather starts turning cold (it snowed Sunday). It has to be 40 degrees. Very tricky. Plus the screws are impossible to remove so I have to wait for my brother-in-law to bring his special tool.

I never hung pictures in the dining room. I finally got everything framed but am indecisive concerning placement.

Due to my impending retirement I am hoarding vacation days so I can't take time to clean and cook. Oh well, I guess the most important thing is to make sure the food tastes good.

This is the lovely curtain fabric. And no, of course, I haven't sewn them yet. My mother's and sister's sewing machines are broken and I'm too cheap to buy one. Guess who's wasting her time sewing by hand?

The design for this room is bright colors, with a sort of country modern/garden theme. The paint color is Ben Moore's Mill Springs blue. And I have cushions on order from CHINA. (Love the way Trump says China.) Must have caught a fast ship because they're in town, and originally the date was sometime in December. So I got hot pink, orange and lime green. Hopefully the colors will be OK. Couldn't find turquoise anywhere so I'll keep looking.

This innocuous picture of my front door represents over three hours of my time trying to figure out how to put all the door hardware back on, after SIX YEARS. Yes, I procrastinated that long. I completely forgot how it went together. This Old House has a diagram but putting the lock back on was tricky. After I was done the door WOULDN'T CLOSE. I started chanting "I hate my house!" Couldn't figure it out. I remembered my brother-in-law had a trick of putting something on the edge that rubbed off so he could tell where he needed to sand the door down. This was after I took the door off its hinges in order to paint it, and when I reinstalled it, of course it didn't close.

So I kept fooling with it, removing the strikes. Finally got it to work, better than it ever had. I was so proud and told my co-worker, who then said, too bad you lost the key to it. Yes indeed. But at least my house doesn't look so freakish, with a hole where the doorknob should be.

There have been coincidences lately. I was watching old Martha Stewart videos online (looking for gravy recipes) and her daughter was saying they didn't have doorknobs in their house during its renovation phase. I can relate. I still have to put a lock on the bathroom door.

 As I'm looking at this right now I think I like the first one the best (it's upside down). I texted a good friend who is so good at these kinds of things (well, she's good at almost everything to be truthful) but didn't hear from her. It's the busy season at her work.

I wanted pictures of bright roses from the garden. I think this (below) will work out. I would have preferred an odd number but the span is 74 inches and this would allow about 3.2 inches in between.

This is the space above the pass-through.

So right now I'm waiting for my timer to go off so I can put a second coat of paint on the doorframe. It's still 45 so I'm good. It got into the 60's today.

I'll try to remember to take pictures of the food Thursday.

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