Author: lis

I am taking an “Introduction to Clay” class. Doug and I were discussing what sort of things I could make, and of course when I arrived today, I could only think of one.  So….here it is.  A soap dish for one of the new bathroom.

Doug, the kitties, and I have successfully moved into Kat and Bob’s house for the week while the bathrooms are being demo’ed.   The cats arrived in separate carriers, but have crammed together into one and they seem to be taking comfort in one another for now.

As we finally get ourselves a functional shower in the bathroom, it means tearing into the bedroom as well.  This is what’s left for now.

Goodbye bedroom closet.  You’ve been pretty good to us over the years.  We are replacing you because the shower in our bathroom completely sucks, and we’re finally having it rehab’ed, which will mean taking you apart, and rebuilding you bigger, better, stronger, faster (?).

I heard on the forecast today that we’d be getting “aesthetic snow” — just enough to cover everything and make it look pretty, but not enough to cause any problems.  It was an accurate description.

While the bathrooms are being renovated, Doug and I are going to relocate to the guest room, since our bedroom will be covered in tarps as a staging area.  The guest room desk has small drawers that may be useful for socks, meds, other small things.  In cleaning it out, I came across one of my old camp clipboards.  A Camp Runels counselor would never be found without her clipboard!

I read a lot, as many folks know. But there are many so-called classics that I have never read; they were never assigned in school, and I’m just not interested in reading them. (It’s actually a pretty long list.) At any rate, a book came out recently called “James” by Percival Everett.  It’s a retelling of Huck Finn, told from the perspective of escaped slave James.  It’s supposed to be an amazing book, and I really want to check it out, but I’ve never read “Huckleberry Finn.”  Not interested. But, in the interest of having a little more of a clue about the story, I’ve fallen back on our old pal, Cliffs Notes. (Heard a podcast about that recently; they’re CliffS Note, not Cliff Notes.)

The prints on our sidewalk really grabbed my attention.  Big and small boots, big and small paw prints, moving in different directions.

I’m told there’s a lot of snow falling, but I can’t really see out the window to confirm. I’m also assuming our neighbors’ homes are still there.

There were many cats roaming the resort. This little black cat hung out with us for a couple days, wanting desperately to be let into our room.  When I woke up this morning, there she was.  We were busy with last minute packing, and simply gave up on keeping her out.