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It has been about 10 years since the last remodel , paint and general facelift on the house. My husband says that even though things are still in good condition, that we have to keep the house updated because we aren't getting any younger, or richer so we need to do this. It will probably be the last time. Maybe we will move to a smaller place or if we stay, we will be too old to attempt to do this on our own. Usually we do one room here and there but this is the biggest reno that we are doing ourselves. I want to chronicle the events and share our experience with paint, flooring, etc. This isn't our first rodeo but we are still learning and finding new products on the market that can make life easier.
Before painting, is the prepping. We had to clean and wash all the walls. This was a huge chore and after the walls were washed, they looked pretty decent but I had chosen a new richer deeper color. My husband purchased a Wagner automatic paint stick. He said it made the job so much easier than past painting. He did however have lots of issue with the ceiling which probably is due to the fact that we did not wash the ceiling and I imagine that there was a layer of cooking grease that may have deposited itself to the ceiling. The paint did not want to go on evenly. This really upset my husband, the perfectionist. I reminded him that we are not on a time table. After all, he is retired so what else does he have to do with his free time.
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Kitchen, hall Eand living room paint complete. Nest up is the counter tops. Have you ever noticed that when you start one of these projects and estimate cost, it just seems to grow and grow. What started out as a facelift for the kitchen is turning out to be a major renovation. Once you paint, everything starts to look shabby. My table an chairs looked old but in good condition so we did a refinish job on them before we did our floor. I am dreading doing the floor but I know it is one of the main things that need to go. We chose laminate wood and the more I read about it, the more I am having regrets. It is already bought and paid for so I hope for the best. At least we don't have toddlers anymore.
I have used the phrase "crazy as a Banshee" many times as a figure of speech. I never really knew exactly what is a banshee. I was playing in the yard with my puppy, Markey-Mark and he was acting goofy and crazy and I thought, "What a banshee!" My quest led me to a scary website which actually explained that a banshee is a female spirit whose screams sound like a wild animal. I don't think I have been fair to my Markey. He doesn't scream like a wild animal, he just acts like a happy, happy puppy! So, going forward, I shall refer to my happy go lucky bouncing puppy as just that, a happy go lucky lovable but goofy puppy.
When I grew up, I was a cat person. I always loved Dogs too but was only allowed to have a cat. My first cat was a black and white tuxedo cat. I loved that little cat, Whiskers was his name. When the family went on vacation, we had the neighbor look after him. When we returned we were told that he ran away and never came back. I was heartbroken. My parents got another cat that we named Twinkle Toes because she had those extra toes. My memories of Twinkle are quite clear and vivid.
Twinkle was fierce. She was the epitome of an independent female, and I learned a lot from her. She stood her ground and even went nose to nose with a German Shepherd dog, backing him down. In those days, neutering a cat was a rare occurrence so needless to say, Twinkle had several litters of kittens. We always found homes for them but ended up keeping one special one. Frisky. We had Frisky for about 5 years and he passed away from distemper. Twinkle outlived him but ultimately passed at 13 from cancer.
And so began my prequel to being the retired old cat lady. Don't misunderstand me, I am definitely not there yet but have several friends who are including my daughters! i remember each and every one of my kitties. After Twinkle came Charlie named after Charlie Chan. He was my first Siamese cat and certainly not my last. When I got married, I thought it best to leave Charlie with my parents since he had stolen their heart and I did not want to take him away from them. My husband knew how much I loved cats and surprised me one day with a cute little tabby kitten who he had named Ding-Dong because she would run around in circles after her tail. My heart grew with each cat that I adopted. There was Fluffy, Neffie and Ramsey . Toby, Tyler and now Leo. Each one was special and loved and stories of their loyalty and devotion will follow in a later post. The last three were tuxedo cats and I have to say that Black and white cats are very special. Leo thinks he is a dog. He was very young when we got him and he immediately thought that my chocolate Lab was his mom. She did not appreciate his breast feeding attempts but that did not stop him from snuggling up to her. They eventually formed a strong bond. Leo is very tolerant of other dogs as well. When we adopted our new puppy I was concerned that he may not take to him but he did so admirably. He took the playful puppy under his wing and showed him the ropes.
There is a common bond between cat people. We know, we just do. We get it. We purr and meow when we see a cat as if to say hi and introduce ourselves to it. I don't bark when I see other dogs but I do meow when I see cats. Why??? I haven't figured that one out yet but I think it may be one of the wonders of the universe. By the way, you don't have to have 100 cats to be a crazy Cat Lady. You just have to love cats, have at least one cat that you speak to regularly in their language, of course.
So, there you have it. This is how crazy cat ladies are made. One endearing feline after another until they completely turn you into a meowing, purring human.