A quick update.

by chuckofish

Well howdy on this Thursday! No, we’re not just confused because Monday was a holiday. We have a special guest post tomorrow which I am sure will be full of cuteness. Until then, you have me. Decidedly less cute. It is quickly becoming summer here in St. Louis and temperatures are climbing to the mid-90s this weekend. Sigh.

My little house is coming together–and the air conditioner works, praise hands. There is still a ways to go but the living room has made the most progress.

I’m watching Season 5 of Project Runway on FreeVee. It’s quite entertaining.

The hardest part of decorating for me is choosing what to hang where on the walls. But I did make one decision for my office today.

The pillows won’t all be on the loveseat permanently.

The doggo has decided he likes this little rug.

We have been doing a training course that requires me to essentially drive him to daycare in the morning and pick him up in the evening and it has been a real test of my patience. I am learning to restrain my annoyance with drivers in south city. Woof.

I’ve been reading the D.E. Stevenson books my mother read (although I’m on the last one, tear) and really enjoying them.

This amused me.

“The farm needed a lot of attention for the grieve who had been at Boscath before had let the place go downhill pretty badly. Hedges and ditches, dykes and gates, were all in poor condition and must be attended to–in local parlance they needed sorting. James had not been born and brought up in Scotland but already had adopted a good many expressions from his neighbors (had adopted them more or less unconsciously) and the verb “to sort” was one of the most useful additions to his vocabularly. To sort a gate is to mend it thoroughly, to put it in proper working order (as a matter of fact you can sort anything from a broken toy to a broken-down tractor, you sort an untidy room or a misunderstanding between friends). A ditch which has become blocked needs right sorting and a leak in the roof of the byre should be sorted straight away. It is even possible to give a man a sorting, in other words to tell him what you think of his behavior in plain unvarnished language and to set his feet in the path of duty. “I’ll sort it” is a promise to put the thing right. “I’ll sort him” is a threat with sinister implications.”

–Winter and Rough Weather, D.E. Stevenson

As a new homeowner, I have a lot of sorting to do!