Saturday, November 5, 2011

Three More Kinds of Wallpaper, Shelf Paper AND Pink Paint...

The total wallpaper count is now up to 15.

Yup – another couple of spots where there was wallpaper under wallpaper. I have samples, so far, of 11 of them. I will be keeping samples of ALL of them, once off the walls…

I pulled off all of the checker board stuff in the kitchen – the stuff behind the stove peeled right off (I had just made tea) and so did the stuff that was being used as a “back splash” – but that was stuck onto the actual back splash – also made of the same green speckledy arborite as the counter – and peeled right off. The new finds include a blue grey with tiny white flowers:

This is under the counter up against the walls...
A pale blue and white pattern that reminds me of the patterns and colours in Delfts china:

This is in the kitchen, was under the black and white stuff  over the doorway to the hall

And the greeny-white stripey stuff under the other, most heinous stuff, in the bathroom:

I REALLY need to rent a steamer and get the darn stuff off ALL of the walls in one go… but I’m not up for going out today and I don’t think the tools rental place is open tomorrow.  I could steam wallpaper while sick – the steam would be good for me, right?

The shelf paper – a beauteous green and white plaid pattern – was on one of the shelves in the kitchen cupboards:

And last, but not least, when I was puttering around and moving stuff from the fridge freezer to the chest freezer I saw this:

Which warranted additional investigation:

And finally showed this:

ACK!  I should have left it alone!!!

With love across the waters,

The Voices in My Head

To be clear, I'm not hearing voices telling me to find the tallest building in Cumberland and go shoot people.  That is a good thing since it would be hard to do, as, I believe, the tallest building here is the hotel and it's maybe 3 stories high.  I also don't have a gun. I don't like guns, don't agree with civilians having them unless they are used for "working" purposes like protecting other people or hunting for food that will be consumed and appreciated - but that's another posting altogether.

I suppose I could go up to the roof and shoot paperclips at people using an elastic band (a small but useful skill I have developed) but that would be WAY too much work for me today.

No, the voice I am hearing in my head today is my Mum's voice - telling me that, if I am too sick to go to school (or in this case, work) I'm too sick to go out and do yard work. 

I don't take sickkies often - my parents raised (my brother and) me to work hard and to be honest.  Always. For me, this shows itself in the actual number of sick days taken and what I will allow myself to do on one. Today will be the second sick day taken in the past two years. It falls on a Saturday (which is the Friday of my work week) and so I will have three full days off, in a row, to get better. 

So what will I do for the next three days? Nothing I had planned, for starters!  Today I was going to drop off my recycling and see about getting a kitchen-sized trash can. Tomorrow Mum & Dad were going to bring Grandpa up to Cumberland to see my house and then later Sunday afternoon I had been going to have a guy come over with his truck to take a load of yard waste and such to the dump. Monday I had been going to Nanaimo to spend the day with Carrie and Finn. 

What I will actually do over the weekend will look more like puttering around indoors.  I'll take Jasmine out for some light walks, to be sure, but the bulk of my time will be inside doing inside things.  I still need to organize my home-office-come-spare-room... I would also like, very much, to organize some of the kitchen a little better. That will be about it though.  When I get sick, I run out of energy so quickly its scary - and have a tendency, if strained while sick, to get woozy & things go all hazy until I sit down and let my heart stop racing.

I'm grateful to be able to hear my Mum and Dad's voices in my head - and even more than that, I'm grateful to be able to pick up the phone and hear their voices (and the voices of my Brother and Sister-in-Law) over the wires. It's an awesome and very special thing (I think) that when I feel crummy - even at my fine age of (ahem) 40-something, what makes me feel safe, better and taken care of is hearing the voices of my parents - in my head or on the phone.

With love across the waters,