I’m sitting here with a sweater draped over my lap, and as I’m typing, Bella is trying to crawl up inside the sleeve of the sweater. I believe it was Mark Twain who said, “Cats are queer kind of folks”.

I had Friday off of work, so after getting my hair done (no gray for 6 weeks, yay!) I went over to No.2 Sis’ house to help her sort out pictures. My Dad had left us boxes and boxes of photos, film and slides. My dear, patient niece, Maggie, spent an entire year scanning, sorting and labeling them. She then gave us each a thumb drive containing all the scans. No.2 Sis and I loaded all the boxes of the originals we could fit into Gypsy Blue and deposited them in her living room, where they are awaiting final archiving. This may also take a year, but we got a start on it.

On Saturday, No.2 Sis came over to my house, and we tried to make some progress on the Throne Room. I say tried, because I was having a VBD (very bad day) which is relatively common on a work day, but quite unusual on a weekend. I was in a weepy mood, having read a romance novel with a sad ending. I thought they all had happy endings. Unrealistic, fairy-tale, happy endings. Dr. Ima Shrink doesn’t like me to read romance novels (see unrealistic, fairy-tale, etc, above), so don’t tell her.

I did a further search for the drill, but no luck there. I need a drill to mount the ceiling medallion and the toilet paper holder. All I could do was e-mail No.8 Sis and ask to borrow her drill, but I probably won’t see her until next weekend. I did get the old TP holder off the wall, though, and unpacked the boxes containing the medallion and the chandelier. The chandelier is supposed to be white, but it’s an off-white. That means I have to paint the bright white medallion. There was also a piece of the chandelier that was supposed to be welded on, but was lying in the bottom of the box instead. I’ll try gluing that back on. Minor things, but all adding to the VBD.

And the patio project I wanted to start this month has not been started yet. It’s been raining so much here that I’m thinking of moving to Seattle to get some sun. My patio has a nice green sheen from something growing on it…mold, mildew, moss? I don’t know. In the 13 years I’ve lived here, I’ve never seen anything like it.

To sum up the progress report, there has been precious little progress. But I’m still facing forward, and still putting one foot in front of the other. What more can I do? And I’m expecting today, Sunday, to be a VGD (very good day)!

Stay tuned…