Evolution of a Bathroom

I moved into my house in October of 1992. I love this place. I feel more at home here than in any place I have ever lived. That being said, if you look around my house, it looks like I haven't fully settled in. As a matter of fact, when Glory came to visit she pointed out that I had a tendency to start projects and not finish them. Like that was a revelation to anyone. I am a starter. Glory is a closer.

One day about 6 months ago the housekeepers call me into the bathroom and TA-DA they have purchased and installed a new burgundy shower curtain. I think they felt my plaid one wasn't feminine enough. I was so taken with their kindness that I decided to go with the new curtain and decorate all around it.

I tried to recruit Lucas to help and of course he said yes. Time passed and when days turned into weeks turned into months I gave up. Then someone else volunteered, but their life got in the way of that as well.

One day Joanne Ray came over to get something at my house and said, "Harry's leaving town Friday, let's paint your bathroom." I thought, suuuure, O.K. and I left it at that. What I forgot: Joanne is a closer! Eight a.m. Friday morning she shows up and hauls me out of bed. I had to commit to a color and there was NO TIME for indecision, or coffee! I had two ideas in my head: Northern Green or Romeo Pink, but what to choose. So since I have wanted a pink room since high school, I decided to let ROMEO make my dreams come true. Man, this pink looks delicious. Like cotton candy.

Joanne worked hard. She kept kicking me out of the bathroom because I was wheezing. So, she painted while I sewed curtains for the window and vanity or took naps. I got a new towel rod and matching toilet paper holder. Joanne made a frame to go around my mirror and we painted it Northern Green (I had a quart on hand). Rick Stanley came over and intalled the frame on the mirror and the cat door to the bathroom closet. I hung a picture painted by Dana Taggart that I got in the YL Rummage Sale.

Joanne spray painted the white wicker stool brown and the cats got a new perfectly pink drinking cup provided by my sister Glory. Now finally, I think I can say that for the first time since moving in, one room of my house is completely finished.

Cute cup for the cats. They'll break it, I'm sure.

A bathroom within a bathroom.

And after all that, I would only change one thing: the shower curtain!!!! LOL!

Don't Ask Questions

I need to adopt the motto of my brother David: "Don't ask questions." Why? Because asking questions draws you in to the arena of the involved.

Case in point, I went to visit my teacher friend Kimber two weeks ago and she asked me if I wanted a kitten. People think that if you have a "slight" tendency to rescue things that you are open to any and all rescue opportunities. Like I'm a super hero or something. As a matter of fact, they rely on you to be the one to act and therefore don't act themselves.

Of course I told her, "NO I don't want a kitten (lie)!" And of course, I didn't leave it at that. I started asking questions.

"Where is the kitten?" I asked. She informs me she was jogging in the back of Rockport Country Club and stopped at one of the greens to look in a water hazard for frogs. In the tall grass along the water's edge she saw a small kitten rustling about. She said it was young. "HOW young?" I queried. Pretty young was her response. So I made her show me with her hands. She made a shape about the size of a biscuit. Then she added, "I just don't want it to get eaten by an alligator.

THAT'S IT, I'm ON the CASE! Ladies and gentlemen, there is a sucker born every minute, and I AM that sucker.

I arrived at the appropriate green and saw something moving back in to the grass. When I got out of my car there were some old geezers in plaid pants trying to sink their putts, OBLIVIOUS to the wild screaming of a kitten in distress. I walked over to where the little one was hiding and asked if he needed help. He ran out of the grass STRAIGHT to me, yowling at the top of his lungs. I scooped him up only to find him covered in fire ants at which point I started yowling. We then went home to prepare a bottle and start looking for adopters. Thankfully the kitten I fondly called Tiger Woods was adopted by Shane and Cyndea Sampson. He goes to live with Tag the cat, Bo the Great Dane and Merle the German Short Haired Pointer. Good luck kitty, at least you aren't sleeping with the alligators.