Through the Looking Glass

All I can think about this morning is the house. I'm just too busy and distracted to write. We're expecting workers here and I have a little cleaning to do. I just noticed the stove top needs polishing and Steve the Cat and Sparky left some fur on the living room floor. I need to vacuum.

Wanda and I are moving our center of operations from the family room into the living room.

Over the years our family room has served us well. It's a good size open space that houses the kitchen. It also has a fireplace but considering the cost of wood and California Spare the Air Days we haven't used it in years.

The living room is larger and planning for Wanda's future retirement we anticipate spending more time together. Spreading out seems like a good idea. Sitting further apart will make it harder to smack one another and even thrown items will possibly miss the mark more often.

So we have a plan and we're sticking to it.

Over the years I've learned a house, like most everything else, has a shelf life. The exceptions being powdered milk and certain types of canned kippers. A house needs constant maintenance and care.

Twenty years ago we replaced all the windows. 

We bought (at the time) the very best energy efficient vinyl double pane type. Within the last few months several seals have started to leak which allows moisture to develop between the panes. Now looking out of our bedroom, kitchen and living room is like looking out of an eye with a ten-year-old cataract.

In about an hour the glass repair men will be here and I need to watch them. I've learned strangers in my home don't mix with cats or speak my language, or for that matter, me theirs.

"I have several cats here so when you come and go please make sure you close the door behind you." I once mentioned to a worker.

Nodding his head in the affirmative he said, "Yes." Then proceeded to walk out and leave the door wide open.

Dakota is much too old to go outside. I'd be shocked if she bothered to get off the couch. Steve the Cat knows a great thing when he has it and would never run away but I am concerned about Sparky. Even without his testicles Sparky has never lost that outside bad ass cat swagger. There's been a tom cat hanging around and I'm afraid Spark would run out, find the guy and get in a kitty altercation.

So yesterday I noticed a small amount of rust at the bottom of the front door. OK, so I saw it about a year ago but have been too lazy to take care of it. Now I had a good reason. Did you know pointing a clogged aerosol paint can at your face after pressing the top down is not a good idea?

I looked like I'd just returned from a paint ball war or caught a weird strain of measles at Disneyland.

So, I need to go.

Oh, I almost forgot.

Once the glass in installed I need to call the shutter man. We have those coming later today. All this and it's take out the totters Tuesday. 

I'm going to be busy