Not this time!

Today, for the first time in many months, I got gas BEFORE the gas light came on. For whatever reason lately, I've been waiting for the light to make me stop for gas. Part of my theory on why - Mom always told me to never get below a quarter tank of gas, and I followed that advice for years. But the car I have now doesn't have a quarter tank mark, only half tank. So it isn't as obvious. Or maybe I'm just lazy...

How Bailey Enjoys the Christmas Tree

Bailey uses the Christmas tree differently than I do. Her preferred way is to climb up in the tree, remove one of the branches and sit on it, as you see here. In this case she pulled down a branch with the lights still attached. You can't really tell in the picture, but the lights are on, shining right in her face.

She also likes to run from across the room and scatter the fuzzy reindeer under neath tree. I believe she has help in that activity.

Perhaps Bailey needs her own blog. I'm not sure she has quite as much to show off as Maru, my favorite cat blog. Maru is Japanese.

Spatially Challenged

Phase 10 is complete! For those of you not tracking phases, that is the sheetrock on the ceiling. But this phase pointed out one of my most serious skill gaps. I consider myself a fairly capable person and I can figure most things out. But I am seriously challenged when it comes to "spatial" things. Not that I bump into things. But if one side of the sheetrock needs to be shorter than the other or one edge needs a hole cut out, I can not visualize the sheetrock going up to the bathroom and onto the ceiling well enough to know which side is which.

The only way I can make it work is to lay it down the exact way it will go up and face the same way. Then I can be somewhat sure I'm right, but I'm never confident enough. Now I know why Joey needs to be "in the map." (Strangely enough, I do okay with maps...)

I also now have a window that doesn't require a trash bag to cover it. Maybe I already reported that.

Escape!

This bathroom project is creating all sorts of adventures for Bailey. Last night we were outside installing the exhaust fan and I looked up and Bailey is walking around the deck. I grabbed her and sent her back inside. I couldn't believe she could have gotten out without us knowing.

Later I found out the back door and the outside door of the garage were open and she got out that way. At least she had the sense to walk up near where we were so I could seize her! Riley spent the next two hours growling, hissing, and being puffed about it.

Clearly Not Everybody Gets It

Today I went to Target and took one of my green bags with me. They even have signs up now that say you save 5 cents if you use your own bag. I laid my bag on top my stuff and the clerk asked me if it was mine. I said yes. I turned to put the pop in my cart and when I looked back, he had put my stuff in a plastic bag and was loading it and my empty bag in the cart.

When I told him he was supposed to put the stuff IN the bag I brought, he did it, but then put the now empty plastic bag in my green bag. I took it out and gave it back to him. I'm sure he threw it away. Good grief!

Taking Woolly Mammoth to New Levels

We have always joked that Bailey is a woolly mammoth because of how furry she is. Today she led her band of merry siblings in an adventure that caused her to be even more woolly than usual. Today's project was to work on installing a new exhaust fan and light. Dad was up in the attic trying to get above the bathroom ceiling. I went to pick up lunch. When I came back, he was going outside to brush himself off. Then we ate lunch.


After lunch we went upstairs and Bailey was just exiting the attic porthole. A few years ago, I had 16 inches of new insulation blown in, and Bailey had about six inches of it stuck in her fur. Then I looked in the hole and Riley was still in there. I got Bailey cleaned up, but Riley didn't want to come out. Here she is back in the attic, nearly up to her neck in insulation.


Eventually she came out and I had to wash her off with a washcloth.

In other news, the bath tub is in and I can shower! I was a little nervous that we weren't going to get the tub through the door, and then I wasn't sure how we were going to get it laid down. But it worked!

What's in Your Living Room?

Probably not a bath tub!


Luckily the old bath tub is out and the new one should be going in soon. How do you get a 400 pound cast iron tub? In a million pieces!