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Now that was truly awful. I’ve just gotten home and am so happy to be here. The best I can say is that it’s done and I learned some important things . . . most importantly, I’m simply miserable away from the beach and home. No more out-of-town gigs. It didn’t help that my phone got almost no signal and there was no cable or internet and I didn’t have any projects to occupy my time AND there was no beach to walk on. Walking around a track of houses – no matter how nice the houses – is not all that engaging.

I’m not a big TV person, but I do have a couple of things I like to watch. I thought I had prepared by bringing Firefly and Orphan Black to re-watch. I’m a diehard Browncoat and can watch the single season we were gifted over and over. Shiny! (I don’t have Serenity since loaning it out and never getting it back. I seriously need to replace that.) I enjoy the Clone Club and their struggles against Neolution. Tatiana Maslany is one amazing actress. I decided against bringing GOT because I thought that would be too much. I was wrong.

See a pattern? I am a total Sci-fi geek. I have been forever, long before it was cool. I even love some of the truly weird junk. I blew through the couple of books I brought and binge watched my shows in the first several days. Aauugghh! I’m old school and I have a significant video collection. Sure, most of it predates streaming, but I have some good stuff . . . not so much the peeps I was sitting for. There are some movies that should NEVER be made. Case in point would be Highlander 2. What were they thinking and why would anyone own such a piece of drek? More importantly, why did I watch the whole thing? I broke down and bought two collections . . . the Pine/Quinto Star Treks and the Daniel Craig Bonds. Both on sale for a penitence. It helped . . . some.

I did not miss the 24-hour news cycle. Lesson there is that I need to limit my political news intake. I feel a responsibility to keep up with what is going on in our country no matter how disturbing it is, but it is all-consuming! There is some new scandal or horror every day; sometimes, multiples in a day. It is not conducive to a healthy state of mind, especially if you are prone to any type of depression. “Oh, the humanity.”

It would be an understatement to say I was bored. I thought I wasn’t doing much until I truly had nothing to do. The reality is that I’m a very busy person. I was simply equating the lack of a regular job with some perverted sense of laziness. I have my little gigs. I have my home projects including upkeep. I have my art projects. I have my recumbent bike and weight bench. I’m even thinking of joining the yoga and tai chi groups at the “club.” I have books that need reading and even this blog. Most importantly, I have the beach and that restores my soul. Soul maintenance is so often neglected in this modern age. It might appear to be a frivolous use of time; but for me at least, it is crucial.

Well, I’m home and I have so much to do. I guess I’ll change into my paint clothes and get back to work on those black doors. It turns out when you are painting black over white, it takes three coats not two and there is still touch up when you are as OCD as me.

Later gators.

 

 

 

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Tomorrow I head out for my house/cat sitting gig and I’m going to miss this. It couldn’t be a more beautiful day. So amazing, I’ll be leaving without finishing my door painting project. Some days are simply made for beach walking and sky watching. There’s just no fighting it. No worries, my next gig is garden watering for a neighbor.

Beach time . . . things happen when they happen..

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I wish I was a better photog or maybe had a real camera, but here it is. It does actually look better in person. You get the idea though and I absolutely love the way the room has turned out.

 

I’ve been done with the painting and installation for a bit now. I was just waiting on the net to finish up. I still have a couple of sand dollars and shells to add, but I’m currently deciding how to secure them.

 

Well . . . I promised a pic when I was done and there it is.

 

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Yes, this is my cottage by the sea . . . my forever home. It is brand new by my standards. Built in 2005, it is over one HUNDRED years newer than my first abode. I have always had a thing for old houses. My first home was erected before area records started being kept in 1895. The second and fourth dated 1910 and 1918 respectively. The third and newest before this one was a “war box” built in 1942 in support of personnel at a WWII shipyard and naval base. I have owned houses from three different centuries.

This has been an eye-opening experience for me. I steadfastly claimed the older the house the greater the charm and that is still mostly true. The turn of the 20th century had a different sensibility and lifestyle. Developers in the second half of that century would take a floor plan and flip in back and forth for an entire track of houses. I grew up in a house like that. It was a nice house, but there was nothing unique about it. I never wanted to have my house be the same as ten others on the block.

My cottage would have held no appeal to me had it been in such an environment. It isn’t though. There are only four of this floor plan built on the entire peninsula and they are spread out. There is also the fact the first 25 houses weren’t built until 1960. Any residence I bought here would have been the newest I’d have owned.

My house is the epitome of a modern house . . . two bathrooms, master suite, open floor plan and . . . wait for it . . . attached garage. I’ve had garages before but never one that was attached. When I was looking to purchase a home here, I knew I wanted a garage. It was part of my “must have” list. I knew what the coastal clime would do over time to any vehicle left outside and I have no intention of replacing my car or truck. I love them.

I was correct in everything made of metal left out for more than a couple of month turns to rust. My cast iron flying pig (that’s right, I have a flying pig) had survived ten years outdoors and a fire that melted a small Chevy. It started corroding within a month of arriving and I expect it will someday be nothing more than a rust-colored stain on the deck.

Sorry, I digress. I have come to love the attached garage over all the other modern features which these days I also wholly appreciate. The garage, now cleared of moving debris, is my haven. It’s my spare closet, workout room, pantry, laundry, storage area and project space. I even have plans to set up a café table and bar stools as my “writer’s corner.” All of this and both vehicles can be parked inside except when I’m undertaking a large project.

Best of all . . . it is attached to the house! It is only a door away. I can unpack groceries without traversing wind, rain or dark of night. I can pop in and out to pot a plant or workout. It expands my normal living space significantly and I never imagined how great it would be. Sometimes I just go out to stare at its wonderfulness and smile. I’m a simple girl.

Viva La Garage!

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No, I am not really going missing . . . again. I just have a BIG, new project. I never know the how, but I do frequently see the why. So . . . I don’t watch the home improvement shows anymore. Sure, I once did, but they didn’t have anything new or unique I was interested in trying after a while. I don’t know how it was one of them showed up on my TV and I actually watched it. Most of it was of little interest to me. One thing did catch my imagination though.

It seems for the past decade (probably more), there are people that have been painting their interior doors black. Yes, black. I may have heard of it before, but it wouldn’t have worked in my prior houses and I could have just blown it off.  My beach house, however, seems to have been designed for this decorating idea. I even have all black kitchen appliances.

I have started as you can see from the above pic. I don’t know how this idea came to my attention, but I do know why . . . It looks freaking awesome! I even pulled out the faux stained-glass window film graphic I had laying around and put it on the kitchen door. It may not be as good as the real thing, but it allowed me to dump the white mini-blind I had on the door.

I have a lot of doors and they will all need two coats of paint. I decided to repaint the white trim in a glossy paint like the black as well. Like I said, “BIG, new project.” I have a housesitting gig at the end of the month, so I best be getting back to work.

. . . I see a “white” door and I want it painted black . . .

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