I've become a blabbermouth

To a co-worker. I've sat back in the lunchroom with her two days in a row (just us) and both days told her things I'd not told anybody else.

Damn.  This HAS to stop.

It is chili today.

Cooking up a batch of chili today. It will taste better tomorrow, right? Maybe I can fix grilled cheese today and we can chow on this tomorrow.

Then I am going to work on my bathroom. Right?  Right? right..?

Movies

I watched two movies over the long week-end. American Sniper and Selma. Both took me more than one sitting to watch them.

American Sniper reminded me of The Kingdom, which I really liked. It was good, but I liked it less than The Kingdom. I am trying hard to like B Cooper. Or, his choice of characters, I suppose.

Selma was very intense. Both movies are true-life events. Both sad. Both thought provoking and both grabbing you by the collar and saying "Wake up! There is hard life going on all around your precious little happy bubble!" 

It makes me want to crawl under the covers and hide. But I realize, that is what I am already doing. I feel guilty enjoying my life when there is so much pain and un-fairness in the world.

Slow going

The basement is a priority compared to my upstairs bathroom. I am still washing wall paper paste off the walls in the bathroom. Tedious job.

Downstairs, they have Clorox'f the floor and added the first coat of primer in preparation for the new carpet.

The smells have slayed me. I have taken a migraine pill and it has kept the fumes from ripping my head apart (just barely). The smells still make me woozy, especially after I come in from taking the dogs outside.

It was a Chinese food fest last night and I don't want to see Chinese food for at least a year or so. Tonight it looks like sloppy Jo's and french fries. That should change the smell factor in the house. Oh, yeah!

It starts

To my family and friends, I said "After ten years...."  Now, I realize it has been 12 years. 12 years next month I purchased this house.  I immediately changed the paint in my bedroom. I had the living room re-done the exact same shade of blue - ceiling and baseboards blue also; for continuity. The painter tried to get me to go with the white ceiling and baseboard, but I liked the way the lady before me had it. That was about the only thing I liked from her style.

I have tolerated this bathroom for (now) 12 years - not 10.  It is pink on pink on pink. With pink fixtures, I can see some pink. But this lady had pink roses wall paper and behind the bathtub, pink stripes! Stripes AND flowers. My older sister loved it. Well, she and the lady I purchased the house from were about the same age and from the same generation.

My daughter and I picked up some paint samples. Still the same daughter. She and I agree on nothing.

At work we have some painters in, painting the walls. One suggested I go with gray walls. Well, that got me thinking. My daughter hated the idea. I love it.

I am a slow worker. Do not expect a lot on this project. I work as the spirit guides me. I am not a dedicated or disciplined person. I am artistic and ambivalent. I don't have one vision - I have several thousand visions. I usually like them all. The occupants in my house usually get irritated with me because I can go for months (years) with the room partially done. Some cannot tolerate this kind of arrangement. Me?  Again, I am ambivalent. I move, I change, I roll with it.

Right now the sanding has me stalled. I can't stand to wear the mask (I can't breathe) and the dust is far too much NOT to wear one. And, my arm is sore!

The good news is the wallpaper was (is) a heavy fabric material and peels right off without any remaining. It was a heavy, washable kind. Not that I washed the walls. Are you kidding me? I am in no way domesticated and I despise cleaning.

Here is a sample (from what I found on the Internets) of what my bedroom looked like before I had it re-painted. The stripes reflect the actual hue of the color. The flowers give you an idea of the pattern. I did not have a camera when I purchased the house. I have no photos to remind me - just my memory. Some images cannot be erased! LOL!