Mom finally closed the patio door. Her feet and mine were cold.
Did you know we have a patio instead of a balcony? That's because we moved into a house a year ago. A house we own. Mom, Uncle Jerry and ME! Our very own house.
Yes, it's a lot of work, but both Mom and Uncle Jerry say it's worth it.
Last night, Mom and Uncle Jerry zoomed down to Bremerton to buy a round table for the kitchen. It has one leaf. The table top needs to be refinished. Otherwise, it's perfect! Smaller than the large rectangular table, and just the right size for the kitchen/dining area.
Tonight, they went out to get a torchiere for the family room. They moved the love seat and coffee table to the garage--with the hope that they will go away soon--along with the big table--put the wicker chair from the living room into the family room, and realized they needed a new lamp.
Craigslist rocks when it works well! It's been working well for us.
Even though it will be awhile, Mom's got the redecoration of her bedroom all figured out. Mostly, that will take paint, and a new headboard (ok, just a headboard, as she currently doesn't have one). She read Christopher Lowell's book on the 7 layers of design, and really liked his idea.
She said (very quietly) that she doesn't like to look at Mr. Lowell. The scale of his head is a little off, and slightly creepy. It's a good thing his looks don't interfere with his ideas, because she thinks he's got it right.
Now less quietly, Mom reminds me that looks don't have much to do with anything. She says that if looks had to do with everything, she'd stay home hiding in her bedroom until she's off prednisone. Mom's had a prednisone moon face for months, and just hates it. She won't let anyone take her picture, and feels like she has to explain to everyone why her face is so round, and why she's gained so much weight.
Now we're waiting for the meds to kick in so we can go to bed. With warmer feet (remember the patio door got closed), maybe sleep will come soon!