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mapsedge...Or, at least as complete as it can be until we can afford new floors.
The dining room is now painted all the colors it's going to be: cream on the ceiling and yellow on the walls. The window trim is in the garage with it's second (and possibly last) coat of polyurethane drying - if it's mostly smooth it's coming upstairs and I'm hanging it tonight.
If someone ever calls upon you to paint a ceiling with a brush, don't. Man, that sucked. No, I mean really. I still can't lower my chin without a twinge of pain down into my shoulders. Why a brush? Beadboard ceiling.
Friday night we took Katie to the circus with her brownie troop. After some serious waiting for the troupe "leader" to show up with the tickets and a couple of dreadful Kemper cheezburgers, Ringling Bros. got down to business. I was pleasantly surprised by Katie's reaction: she watched what interested her and let the rest flow by, and wasn't at all freaked out by the noise and spectacle like we'd expected her to be.
Good circus things: poodles; house cats; Chinese acrobats; seven motorcycles in a cage; Moroccan acrobats.
Bad circus things: $10 for cotton candy*; overdriven sound system; bored little Chinese kid in a leading role; rude, aloof clown.
Ringling Bros. circus did three things wrong in their show. 1: they fired most of their good clowns...at least, that's what it looked like because the clowns they had were sloppy and not entertaining**; 2: the aerialist act had no focal point. The "star" of the act was boring - the supporting players were more interesting to watch; 3: they raised the level of energy as high as it would ever go right at the start and left it there. There was no pacing, no ebb and flow, it was a circus as Colin Powell and Norman Schwartzkopf might have put one together, and when The Greatest Show On Earth™ was over...
...we were relieved. Even Katie was glad it was done.
Saw Star (briefly) and the Twins (not briefly) on Saturday evening. We talked while I painted.
Sunday, I ran multimedia for church. It was harder to create the presentation than to run it, although the order of the slides and the order of the service were matters up for negotiation in both services, and never the same way twice. It was "Laity Sunday", meaning the "pros" stepped off the podium/dais and let the lay ministers take over. The preacher mentioned to me after services that he was nervous about the whole deal, and that having a "professional" running the slide show made it easier for him. Yea me.
Today, Monday, it's 3:00 in the afternoon, I'm sitting in my office and it's actually uncomfortably chilly. I'm going to make a pot of coffee just for the warmth. Complaining? Noooooo...Weather report shows no temps over 84° for the next ten days, and that makes for a happy Bill.
* No, we didn't buy any.
** Which is, in fact, what happened. The guy who manages the acts for Ringling is a friend of Jim Peterson's, and they share the same attitude about "characters": why should I pay a lot of money for one good performer, when I can get five mediocre ones for the same price?
The dining room is now painted all the colors it's going to be: cream on the ceiling and yellow on the walls. The window trim is in the garage with it's second (and possibly last) coat of polyurethane drying - if it's mostly smooth it's coming upstairs and I'm hanging it tonight.
If someone ever calls upon you to paint a ceiling with a brush, don't. Man, that sucked. No, I mean really. I still can't lower my chin without a twinge of pain down into my shoulders. Why a brush? Beadboard ceiling.
Friday night we took Katie to the circus with her brownie troop. After some serious waiting for the troupe "leader" to show up with the tickets and a couple of dreadful Kemper cheezburgers, Ringling Bros. got down to business. I was pleasantly surprised by Katie's reaction: she watched what interested her and let the rest flow by, and wasn't at all freaked out by the noise and spectacle like we'd expected her to be.
Good circus things: poodles; house cats; Chinese acrobats; seven motorcycles in a cage; Moroccan acrobats.
Bad circus things: $10 for cotton candy*; overdriven sound system; bored little Chinese kid in a leading role; rude, aloof clown.
Ringling Bros. circus did three things wrong in their show. 1: they fired most of their good clowns...at least, that's what it looked like because the clowns they had were sloppy and not entertaining**; 2: the aerialist act had no focal point. The "star" of the act was boring - the supporting players were more interesting to watch; 3: they raised the level of energy as high as it would ever go right at the start and left it there. There was no pacing, no ebb and flow, it was a circus as Colin Powell and Norman Schwartzkopf might have put one together, and when The Greatest Show On Earth™ was over...
...we were relieved. Even Katie was glad it was done.
Saw Star (briefly) and the Twins (not briefly) on Saturday evening. We talked while I painted.
Sunday, I ran multimedia for church. It was harder to create the presentation than to run it, although the order of the slides and the order of the service were matters up for negotiation in both services, and never the same way twice. It was "Laity Sunday", meaning the "pros" stepped off the podium/dais and let the lay ministers take over. The preacher mentioned to me after services that he was nervous about the whole deal, and that having a "professional" running the slide show made it easier for him. Yea me.
Today, Monday, it's 3:00 in the afternoon, I'm sitting in my office and it's actually uncomfortably chilly. I'm going to make a pot of coffee just for the warmth. Complaining? Noooooo...Weather report shows no temps over 84° for the next ten days, and that makes for a happy Bill.
* No, we didn't buy any.
** Which is, in fact, what happened. The guy who manages the acts for Ringling is a friend of Jim Peterson's, and they share the same attitude about "characters": why should I pay a lot of money for one good performer, when I can get five mediocre ones for the same price?