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October 25, 2003
home alone
This has been a kinda weird weekend so far. It is the first time in months that I am home alone for a weekend. Normally, when either John or I travel, we get to come home on weekends, but with John in England, that is simply not practicle.
I've felt a bit uneasy - had a huge list of things to do, but only got a very few of them done- of course, there is tomorrow.
The good think about John traveling is I can fix anything my heart desires for dinner. Anything. *Anything*. John does not care for seafood, except the occassional shrimp. So, I bought some IQF oysters and make a cajun fried oyster po'boy, kinda like what I had in New Orleans last spring.
It was good. If seafood is frozen pronto and not thawed until cooked, it can still taste pretty damn fresh, except for lobster - that has to be live when cooked.
Had to run some errands - went to the feed store to get Equine Senior for Petey (who is 10 years younger than Willy -but it is hard to keep weight on him) and 50pounds of Puring Horse Chow 100 for Willy (he is an easy keeper, doesn't need much in the way of grain, just give him decent hay and he's happy).
The temperature dropped a good 30 degrees since yesterday, so it finally feels like fall. And in the past day, a zillion leaves have agreed that it is indeed autumn and have fallen in our front yard, and on my garden pond, and my goldfish.
That's the neat thing about living in a town that doesn't have home owners associations - we built a large garden pond with waterfall, miniature mountain and tunnel in our front yard. Can't do that in them fancy suburbs!
Went to the commissary to do some grocery shopping - it is the neatest place to shop because there are a lot of foreign foods there that the local grocery stores don't have - that's because there are a lot of foreign officers at the Command General Staff College for a 10 month program. (and lots and lost of American officers). And because all the military people and their families are always pretty nice to us retired military types, and people don't push in line or get bitchy with each other while shopping. Everyone is always smiling at everyone else, because they are all in situations that everyone else understands. Our local grocery stores can be a nightmare with pushy shoppers.
We have so much we need to do with this house. The entire interior needs patching and painting and decorating. We had a ton of foundation work done on the house last summer, and the result of leveling the house was a lot of cracks. This house was built in 1960, and thought it has its good points, there are a lot of things we are trying to update. And we don't know where to start, literally.
Anyone out there want to volunteer to be my decorator? We have very eclectic tastes, and absolutely nothing goes with anything else.
I often wish I could win the lottery, get an architect and say - this is what I want with this house - make it so.
of course, I'd have to buy lottery tickets to do that...
Posted by Beth at October 25, 2003 7:21 PM
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I'll come do your house if you come do mine. A blogging version of Trading Spaces.
I have tons of experience with ecclectic belongings. My parents were antique dealers and I was exposed to a great many styles - some of which clashed unless lovingly handled and placed with a practiced eye. Mom was excellent with that. I picked up on that ability and have made it work for me for years. I'm just tired of my crap and I'm too jaded from looking at it all these years. Fresh eyes would be mighty welcome!
Posted by: Da Goddess at October 25, 2003 9:22 PM
You would not want me! My taste really sucks. My mom's taste sucked so much that her best friend was a well-paid decorator who helped her buy everything from sofas to lamps.
Our house is almost scarey - but, you know, maybe we should start a different blog - and we can put pictures of our difficult rooms on it and get suggestions from others?
We have enough bandwidth on fototime, I could put the pictures up.
If nothing else, everyone would get a laugh out of my house...
Posted by: Beth Donovan at October 26, 2003 9:26 AM
It's not her taste that sucks, it's her judgement! (She married me, eh?)
Posted by: John of Argghhh! at October 28, 2003 6:37 AM
Posted by: fghj at March 17, 2005 4:44 PM