Everything
takes eons. I checked online for hardware to reinstall 40-year
old premium Kirsch traverse rods. The online search is not
entirely satisfactory. I can have brackets for everything else,
or all kinds of rods, but not what I ask for. In the end it was
simpler to drive to the store and buy a different rod.
Draperies
for those sliding glass doors will be remade from draperies made for
a house in Laurel, Md. I located the box, persuaded my mother they
were right, and she unpicked, ripped and sewed. Being able to handle
this large a project seems to have given her a tad more energy. As
soon as I am able to spend time on a ladder again, I'll install the
new rod.
I
attempted to clean the gutters above the patio today. Every time it
rains, water comes down in sheets in front of the patio. The
corrugated roof has a new-to -me sort of gutter, more than half
closed. The space for leaves and silt to sneak into the gutter is
only 1 inch wide; that means it's hard to fish things out. I cleared
the corrugated area and wiggled a finger in the gutter, but that's
not going to do much. A hose and some detergent might help.
While
I was on the ladder, a lovely Husky appeared. Ivan, who had been
attempting to scale an 8 foot fence, vanished. The dog's owner
arrived to assure me that Lola lives with a cat and knows not to
annoy the cat. At least not at too close a range. Lola bounced
around the base of a tree while Ivan went about 35 feet up. Sweetie
went up another tree. Lola made use of our 8/10s of an acre,
streaking from one end to the other faster than I care to run. She
has an equally large yard of her own, but she had found a hole and
intended to make the most of her time. She knew very well that home
was just 4 houses away.
Ivan
and Sweetie seemed to enjoy the view from the top of leafless trees,
and didn't come down until suppertime. Why yes, they would accept a
serving of food meant for people in addition to their regular meals.
The
living room is still a maze of boxes. I've moved bookcases around,
moving boxes to do so. In
the end, some of the larger pieces will stay where the movers
deposited them because I'm tired. I've been here 6 weeks. I want to
put out a bowl of Christmas ornaments, empty boxes, replace rotting
draperies that came with the house with my beloved creamy cotton duck
from Dayton. Those draperies remain stubbornly among the missing.
Washing
and sanding the insides of drawers and cupboards left them dingy. The
44 degree days outnumber the 77 degree days, but my determination not
to paint anything until I can open windows is wavering. An almost
perfect can of icy blue paint appeared at the reduced paint rack in a
store near me. I bought it, and a quart of white, and am mightily
tempted. Until they are painted, I will not be unpacking much. And
there are all those drawers from the original kitchen. They can be
bolted together and used as shelving for the garage, if I paint them.
The
bedrooms will look better when the bookcase headboards are installed.
This waits for a bright warm day.
