Diversionary Tactics & Tasking

Life in This Old Purple House can really swallow you up!  Where did the summer go?

I had this grand vision that the kids' rooms would be all set and settled by the time school started.  And we'd have a box-free, semi-finished living space by now.  Sigh.

So we're part-way there.  My daughter's room is reasonably done and settled.  My mom got her this incredibly gaudy (and AWESOME) vintage lamp with winged mermaids and cherubs and other fancy stuff.  It's this enormous multimedia affair (porcelain, gold leaf, bronze, brass...)  It has some harp issues and it needs a shade -- oh, the possibilities!  In the meantime, she is very happy with the bare bulb scenario -- the mermaids appear to be sunning themselves under privatized solar power.

My son's room is furnished, but unpainted.  The humidity has been a killer this summer.  This requires us to actually plan (hunh?) certain projects as opposed to following the whim of wafting coffee vapors in the morning.  I'm thinking we'll have to consult the almanac for likely dry, temperate 5-day windows in September.

We've been on a mission to get the last of the PODs unloaded (costing us $399/month to have the two behemoths sit there), but hubby had to take off for the Cape last night (with the help of our up-for-anything daughter) to deal with our dear, neglected Infinity.  We have ignored her so completely during her prime summer-wind season that she chaffed through her dual mooring lines and landed on the beach. My heart is aching for her.

I am here at TOPH with my son, who is sick with a horrible, lingering summer ick. Hopefully, he will feel up to helping me unpack some.  And organize some.  And clean some.  Perhaps laundry and dishes are more realistic goals for today.

God, I would love to head down to the Cape for a couple of days for my mom's birthday, but I fear my horizontal hacker would be an unwelcome guest.  And we've got so much to do at TOPH!

The wielding-of-overhead-power-tools (and the catching of awkward, gravity-loving chunks of "vintage" debris) required to take the remainder of the ceiling down in the tavern has proven to be a two-man job. With hubby working on the weekdays, the project has been slow-going.  It had been our goal to have actual living space finished for our annual Oktoberfest (our first at TOPH).  Actually, that's still the goal.  I just have no idea how to make it happen.  Maybe we'll have to press-gang ourselves for some early-AM (shudder) sessions.  Who knows?  Maybe power tools in the morning are just what we need...  More coffee, please.