Despite that…and some serious kitty play time…I did get a variety of things accomplished with the day. Not always especially blog-worthy things…just the business of washing dishes, sweeping and swiffering, breaking down cardboard boxes which had recently held new supplies with which to establish a household…that sort of thing.
After all, in addition to painting walls and shelves and purchasing brackets and unpacking…and blogging and working…and exploring…there’s also always plenty of that Housework stuff that Margaret Atwood once described as the Art of the Infinite.
It was a mostly rainy day and increasingly cooler as the day went on. Despite this, the sun managed to break through the clouds a few times late in the day…but the rain didn’t always stop for that phenomenon. I wasn’t in a position to see any rainbows…so I just had to imagine my own.
Late in the afternoon, P rang me up and asked if I’d come down and give her a hand swapping out an old carpet for a new one she’s recently acquired. Always happy to be a good neighbor/tenant, I went down to help her heave some furniture around and drag the old carpet out from beneath the things we hoped NOT to move. Here she is multi-tasking: hands to mop, rags under the feet to dry!
I’m sorry I didn’t get a shot of the room with the new carpet properly laid out. It’s an oriental rug, floral pattern, not quite as large as the room, but with a nice raspberry cream base color (nope, not stereotypically gay here, but I know what color raspberry cream is…) that really makes the rest of her furniture pop.
As the afternoon threatened to become evening, I finally found myself in a position to be ready to start setting up some shelving in That Room. It’s the second bedroom here at the Nest. Eventually -long term- I see it as a combination library/conservatory/guest bedroom, but for now, it’s just been that room where I pile things and try not to look too closely.
Anyway, the shelving is necessary for riding herd on my out-of-control book collections: I will need to be able to see them all properly if I’m going to cull them for the local library’s ongoing book sale. But I couldn’t set up shelving in good conscience until I’d gotten some fresh paint up on the walls…so I spent the earlier part of the evening doing that, again with the Cape Cod Gray. A second coat will be required, but it’s looking good so far.
As I worked on that, the night grew stormier, and so as hunger grew, I found myself no longer interested in leaving the house for mirror brackets or groceries. Fortunately, pizza delivery is an option here, so before too long I had a nice Rustic pizza with mushrooms and garlic at the door…and not long after that, in my belly.
The storm really was kicking up, with temps falling into the high thirties and winds howling and rushing outside the windows, wind chimes clanging frantically. I tried to watch a little television at the end of the day, but the combination of a comfortable afghan and a heat-throwing purr-meister sprawled on top of me made sleep inavoidable.
If visitors to the Nest think that it feels like living in a treehouse, they should spend a night here during a windstorm! I’m glad to say…(pretty sure this is true)…that we were able to avoid the snow flurries that so many further inland reported during this storm. It’s always a shame when the season ends so abruptly…and I wish those snow shovelers strong backs and patience.
Not much in the way of gardening in today’s post, so let me direct you here, to show you some amazing stuff done with begonias.
Here’s the sunrise this morning, as seen out the dining room door here at the Nest. Not nearly as magical as seeing it at the beach, but still a comfort after the overnight storm.