watching Javy do this every day
I recently met a young person with the cutest lisp (I secretly wish we wouldn’t “correct” all the differences out of humans). When I asked her name, she told me it was Kathy, spelled Kassie.
Glitchy tech stuff
My Just For Fun website got a bit frustrating lately when GoDaddy had issues. I couldn’t work very well in the back end, because the interface was all funky. I think it needed a PHP update, but that became complicated when it wasn’t a two-click task. So, I migrated to SiteGround, where it immediately corrected itself. All this is probably invisible to the average reader (like I have a cast of thousands), but so annoying to me that it diverted me from JustForFun to Arrgghhh!
So last Friday seemed like kind of a putzy day to me, but when it ended, I realized I’d accomplished quite a bit. As everyone knows, the Success of a Day depends entirely upon how productive one has been, as in: ,Did I build a new bathroom? Did I canoe the entire Namekagon River? Did I pressure wash and refinish all the decks? Lay flooring in the entire house? Build a second story?
I finished up my PhotoShop class, took the exam, then made half a cushion. Right. Not a new bathroom, but more than expected.
This past winter, I found that the local library offers classes online through a vendor called Ed2Go. And they are VERY good. I first took the one called Adobe LightRoom, a program that helps with photograph workflow, sorting, searching and some editing. Then I took PhotoShop. I learned tons of useful stuff in both classes and will definitely take advantage of more of them next winter, since it requires burying my head in front of two monitors (at Libby’s that’s in the closet) which will never be done while the sun is shining and outdoors is calling.
Has anything ever been wreaked besides havoc?
Doesn’t look like it to me.
I just finished a book by author Wilkie Collins (1824-1889)
Here he is checking his cellphone. Critics were right. He was ahead of his time.
Apparently if you’re a cat, when you finish playing hacky-sack,
you store the ball in a shoe.
I wasn’t a bit worried when my friend, Jane and I discussed stripping the wallpaper from her living room walls. Until she mentioned it had been there for nigh on 40 years. Jeepers. Who knows what types of glue they were using 40 years ago. Plus, the house (gorgeous!) is over 100 years old and we KNOW they weren’t drywalling back then. So it was with great trepidation that I
The bottom paper must have been ready for same a few years back, as it practically jumped off the walls. Jane’s husband, Mark sort of grabbed one corner and, as I recall, marched off around the room with large strips of it in hand.
We had this other steamer, but it has a trigger, that forces you to use both hands. It works fine, but you can’t use the scraper and steamer at the same time, so a little less efficient.
The whole project took two days. Weeeelllll. We’re not exactly teenagers, so our “days” aren’t 12 hours long. So, two sixty-something days.
Next: painting. But I think Jane and Mark are going to leave that to a professional.
Brown carpet, though unforgivable, is understandable. Most dirt is from the
The walls? I think the intention was to paint them taupe, but taupe is a tricky one. It can easily lean in many directions from orange to purple
But it’s better than Pickled.
The woodwork was pickled. The pickled wood fashion has come and gone several times during the 70-odd years this building has existed. I didn’t like it any of those times. It’s when you take the warmth of wood and wash it out with some white stuff that makes it look like it’s been in a pickle jar for eons. I’m not a fan,
Then there was the carpet. Every time I walked from the living room into the hall leading to bedrooms and bath, I could feel a tiny transition in the floor under the carpet and pad. Yes, I have Princess Toes. They could feel a pea under a carpet, apparently. I knew that this transition probably held a secret stash of hardwood flooring
Now, I’m all about cozy and
Carpet? Under which there’s a room-sized sponge soaking up every dust particle, microscopic critter and drop of liquid, including bodily fluids, that ever come in contact with the floor from now until tear-out. What ARE you thinking? Let’s save ALL the disgusting spills for the next 25 years so we can smell them while they decompose. I guess that’s why Glade was invented.
So, in the winter of 2016 starting cautiously with a tiny corner in the hallway between the bedrooms, I tore out all the carpet and its accompanying sponge. Out! Out! Damn sponge. I took pictures but the )*A&)#(*$ camera I was using
Utility knife. Check. Pry bar. Check. LARGE garbage bags. Check. Off we go, cutting the carpet, woven in an endless loop which comes apart like one long ramen noodle and refuses to be cut by even the sharpest of utility knives. Annoying. But still fun. Along the walls are nail strips that pop off with the pry bar. But THEN the nightmare staples.
Dear Flooring Guys,
Do you honestly think that the weird speckled foam stuff that you put under carpet is going to grow
Lit-TleFoam Feet and run away from home? Do you think that three staples per inch are necessary to hold it in place? Did you expect that Jave Baez would be practicing base sliding throughout this apartment?
Staplesstaplesstaplesstaples. All over. Stuck into the beautiful oak floors. I have no idea what Ann and Kory downstairs thought I was doing, but eventually, I removed every stitch of carpet and threw it onto the balcony outside. It eventually found a home in the dumpster out back. Yay.
The staple holes add character.
The Living Room floor however, was made of plywood.
So I painted it.
White. Nice contrast to the black of the cat, don’t you think?
A notable lack of brown. Ahhhhh.
In fall of 2012 massive upheavals took place in my life and I moved into this apartment building. That’s Ella reigning over the lawn this past fall while she was staying with me during her parents’ (Kent and Brenda) visit to Oklahoma. I realized I’d never taken a photo of the outside of the building so snapped a quick one.
At Christmas, Ansel drove up with his dog,
It’s a solid old building with its share of quirks, but I have become very fond of it. My space is on the south side, so has windows facing east, south and west. Very sunny. THAT is the therapy part.