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Dead mice, cellular shades and laser levels.

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When I was painting the living rooms walls, I removed all the light and outlet covers. That included the ridiculous switch on the right the previous owner had installed.

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It went to the hot water heater which apparently she shut off every night. We never do that and I was tired of looking at it so I had the contractor remove the annoying red light. This meant rewiring some lines in the basement.

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And the discovery of a corpse.

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Poor little thing.

Trying to keep my husband from talking to the contractor …. while paying him $55 an hour to listen…. I found a project to keep my spouse busy.

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Installing cellular shades on our new bedroom windows. He gave me the look when I told him that meant putting holes in the new trim but before long he was reaching for his hammer for some none too subtle adjustments.

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This job took the better part of an afternoon..

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And didn’t seem to bother His Lordship over much.

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When my husband started chatted up the contractor again, he was asked to help with some laser assisted measurements.

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And after the measuring?

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More talking…

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I’m calling it progress. I have to…

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New sub floor sections have been laid.

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And the old china hutch has gone to our farming neighbor…

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Not for fertilizer storage as I predicted, but to house a mineral and fossil collection.

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Which almost didn’t happen as they lost their grip going out the door.

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Parts of the old sub floor didn’t need to be replaced…

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But they did need to be sanded down to a level surface.

Sooo much sanding.

Sooo much dust.

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Lord Dudley Mountcatten does not like the noise or the mess.

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But he does like having his own personal viewing platform when work is done for the day.

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The blog in which His Lordship is inconvenienced but learns to make the best of it.

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Lord Dudley Mountcatten likes the noise plastic makes when he jumps on it..

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And God knows we’ve got plenty of plastic right now.

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What he doesn’t like is plastic rooms he has no access to….

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And in true cat fashion he’s always on the wrong side of the wall.

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The newly added zippered door helps, though he still has a propensity to sit and stare.

His Lordship doesn’t understand why his house is torn apart, noisy and covered in plastic…

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But he’s trying to make the best of it.

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Home renovations are not for the faint hearted.

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Due to uncontrolled rampant dust covering every square inch and nook and cranny of our house…

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Another plastic walled room was erected.

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This time carefully avoiding the furnace’s air intake…

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Which had been sucking in dust and evenly distributing it between rooms.

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The contractor also added a zippered door so His Royal Highness could access the room at night without tearing giant holes in the plastic like he did last time.

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I have to be honest…

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I’m beginning to forget what a clean house looks like.

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Random rambling

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Because my life is nothing if not random.

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Call me crazy but aren’t pickled cucumbers just… pickles?

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Required Lord Dudley Mountcatten photo.

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I’m really enjoying the weird and wonderful things people find at thrift stores FB page… and would totally have bought one of these for the man cave. Feed me Seymour!

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No climate change my *ss.

Ice fishing is big business up here but everyone is wondering how much longer they can survive without the actual ice.

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Saw this the other day and saved it for future reference. Posting here in case anyone else wonders what those all flashing thingamagigs represent.

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I don’t know what this is, but I want one.

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Ceiling repair of the repair, and the plastic barrier that didn’t bar a determined Dudley.

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Project #7 (8? … 9?… whatever, I’ve lost interest in counting at this point) began with dust protecting plastic being draped.

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Once a mini plastic walled room was in place, work on the ceiling began. I wasn’t looking for perfect at this stage, but I was hoping for better.

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After a mind numbing amount of scraping and dusty, lung clogging sanding…

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A smooth surface was ready for texture.

Our poor contractor tries hard to please and he didn’t want to screw it up by applying too much product, so he set the nozzle to fine and let it dry. It wasn’t close to a match so he sprayed it again. And again. And again. Forced to let it dry in between shots.

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Finally, at the end of the day when he was about to run out of daylight…

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With my husband holding a light so he could see where he was spraying….the optimum amount was reached.

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As usual Lord Dudley Mountcatten did not like the temporary plastic barrier.

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He stared it down, but it didn’t move.

Knowing he gets scolded if he tries to rip his way in, he opted for a more subtle approach.

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The old ‘throw your catnip mouse at the wall and see if breaks through’ maneuver.

He gave up for a while because he knew I was watching but as soon as I left the room?

I heard scratching.

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No mere sheet of plastic will keep Lord Dudley from making his appointed rounds.

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Anything but the scratchy!

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Prepping for our next renovation project… ceiling repair/paint and new flooring… meant emptying the room.

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After stripping it to bare bones, I realized Lord Dudley Mountcatten was not pleased.

Because along with everything else that had to be moved? His scratching post would have to be temporarily relocated as well.

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His Lordship is very attached to said post….

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And did not easily relinquish his grip.

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I think it lasted about 3 minutes.

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Get your mind out of the gutter, I’m talking about organization.

After four months, our bedroom is finally back together.

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Furniture is in place and windows are awaiting treatment.

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It’s amazing how much you miss nightstands until they’re gone.

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Lord Dudley Mountcatten was pleased his world was back in order…

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Too bad it only lasted a few minutes.

Because as soon as the bedroom was put back in order, the living room was emptied in preparation for the next project.

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So now the den is crammed full…

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The spare bedroom has chairs, tables and paintings.

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And the office floor has odds and ends.

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His Lordship is no longer pleased…

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But he’s doesn’t let it interrupt his nap either.

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Miscellaneous missives.

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Furniture shopping continues and my snarky friends are still being helpful. Their latest suggestion?

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Well, it is green.

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The dark eyed Junco is a small bird of the sparrow family that we never see until the snow flies. They’re always the first to appear after a storm and we’re not the only ones looking….

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Lord Dudley Mountcatten keeps a close eye as well.

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Well, that’s rude.

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Trim work has started on the bedroom windows which means the man cave has once again been taken over….

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And reeks of wood stain and polyurethane.

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It’s odd how sometimes you read a passage in a book and it just gets you. This choked me up the other day. I hope it’s true….

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Sign seen at a local restaurant.

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News you can’t use.

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Trust me, you really can’t.

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Please tell me there was a model involved. The thought of disembodied pubic hair strutting down the runway in stilettos is simply too much.

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Gas station heroin?

In my day that used to be Cheetos.

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It seems I owe Lord Dudley Mountcatten a thank you tuna.

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If it’s not safe for work it’s probably perfect for this post.

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Or not.

I admit I’m so out of touch I had to look up fleshlight. My advice? Don’t.

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Send the animated pig brain to Washington. I think they’re a few short…

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