Now Playing: my frayed nerves
Current Mood : Aggravated
Aaargh. I was having such a nice day, too...
We began excavating the house today, all three of us. Got Dearest Son's bedroom cleared - while I'm proud of the kittens for learning to use the litter box, Velvet's been using a corner of Dearest's room ! She better not let us catch her doing that again, after the mess Beloved Hubby cleaned up !
With that done, we moved in Dearest's new-to-him bedframe, and it's quite nice. Much more comfortable than the one he had. We found this black tube-metal bedframe balanced against a Dumpster a few weeks ago, hardware in a Baggie and everything. So we snagged it, and it turned out to be a very well-made bunk bed set. We'll store some of his larger toys up top, for now. While he's shown zero interest in climbing to the top, he's been warned to not jump from there, but use the built-in ladder.
His old bed, just shoved out of the way for the time being, was yer classic budget juvenile Captain's Bed - a box with drawers beneath and a solid platform for the mattress. It was soon transformed by Dearest into a play area. He had it all decked out with his old wood blocks and miniature Beetle cars, and it included a police station, a school, a train carving the town in halves, and a drive-in restaurant. While we fully intend to ditch the bed on Craigslist soon, for now, it's a train table.
After lunch, Beloved and Dearest settled in for naps. I cleared two spools of odd thread colors cheap-serging all the fabric. Man, I got a lot. No wonder I didn't want to go out - I was probably afraid more would follow me home ! That said, I wanna go back to Hancock Fabrics next week, since I didn't get to look around much during our trip with BIL. I did, however, find the tiniest dress form yet ! It's about an inch and a quarter tall, and was originally a necklace charm. There's also a sewing machine one I don't already have...yet.
Beloved soon wanted to do some woodworking, so he began the desk he promised Dearest. We'd been looking at new and used ones for him, but they were either too small, too big, or too crappy ! Bonus : with a new desk, he wouldn't need the table and chairs his grandparents got him in '02, which he'd pretty much outgrown. His knees don't fit under the table anymore ! Quite a sturdy set, though, just marked and stickered. A quick clean and paint job would net some lucky kid a great little set. So I made up a couple ‘FREE' signs and put it on the curb. It was gone in less than 20 minutes. I hope whoever got it enjoys it as much as Dearest did.
As for a chair, he'll get the one I use to sew with, because we'll soon be upgrading our computer chairs, and that always results in a shuffle. The one I sew with is actually kind of low for me, but the adjustment's shot. So it's perfect for Dearest ! In the meanwhile, I can still use the computer chair in here, or a dining room table one.
The desk is nearly done, save for a paint job. And that's about when the day went downhill. We had yet another family show up in our backyard, wanting to feed/play with those darn horses. I was still wheezing, so I passed them off to the horses' owner, who just happened to be there with her own entourage. I'd already discussed with her how I didn't like strangers wandering around my backyard on Sunday afternoons, and so did Beloved, at different times...but the next thing I know, she's got a small crowd of kids waiting for their turn to ride the horses !
Now, I know we don't have the insurance to cover her little petting zoo. She's not even paying us $100./month to stable and pasture them, and we now have to dodge piles of horse leavings - she doesn't clean those up anymore. So I doubt she's got the insurance to cover it either, if something goes wrong. And what does she think's gonna happen when these kids tell all their friends that they got to ride the horses last Sunday ? You guessed it, more folks roaming around, thinking they own the place because Horse Owner gave them free rein last week. It's already happened - this is the third family. Today's little crowd didn't leave until after 9pm, so we have to have a little chat with Horse Owner, and pretty darn soon.
Heck, I was helping Beloved in the Shop wearing just my house robe, not expecting a crowd of strangers in my backyard for several hours ! Frankly, between the hills of horse waste she's not cleaning, folks treating my yard like it's a freebie Knott's Berry Farm, including leaving trash behind, not being able to use my own yard, due to trucks and strangers, feeling like I'm the evil ogre for being mad about this, and the ongoing water and fence issues, it's just not worth it anymore.
