I Had A Three Day Weekend....

But I’m not sure where it went. The Hula-gen’s are running in circles these days, which would account for my four day absence at this site. The highlights:

-The remodeling is about 3/5s done, but it’s starting to drag a little, and we are trying to crack the whip. We go on vacation in two weeks, and we want this stuff DONE by then. Done I tell ya’, done. Finished, finito, get out of my house.
-I am so over painting and picking paint colors. We are down to the master bathroom which has one coat of a blue that I was just sure was the perfect blue. Until it was put on all four walls, and I screamed, “Stop!” It’s butt ugly. Every one from the electrician to the brick layer thinks so, so it’s going. I don’t have the energy to look for another blue, so I told the painter to slap on some of that cream color that’s in the foyer and the hallway and call it a day. I can live with cream. It's the new black.
-New faucets in brushed nickel are lovely, simply lovely. Until you find them leaking about 9pm, three hours after the contractor has left the building and about fifteen minutes before the bottom of the cabinet is about to give way. T-Y-L-E-N-O-L.
-I am in serious need of that vacation. The Emerald Coast here I come! With swimsuit, sunscreen and library books in tow.
-Our days and evenings have suddenly turned a smidge cooler, and the thought of jacket weather is TICKING ME OFF, but I am trying to be grateful for the beautiful days that are upon us. It’s hard for a summer baby like me, but I’m going to try. I wore white shoes the other day just to be stubborn, though. Nobody noticed. BTW..am I the only person who hangs onto sandals long after they’ve worn out? Even when they’re stinky and faded, I can’t seem to turn loose of them.
-While we haven’t had a firm offer on our old house yet, it’s showing well, and we are upbeat. I am, however, tired of trying to keep it sparkly clean for unexpected lookers. The neat freak otherwise known as Hubby is loving every minute of the sparkliness. I swear, that man is crazy in love with neatness. It must be a disease. If it’s a gene, I was born without it.
-Our niece’s son, W., has had three cobalt treatments in the last week and a half. His hair is starting to fall out. They keep running tests but haven’t really given us an indication yet of how bad his leukemia is. The two times they’ve tested his spinal fluid they have not found cancer cells there which is a good thing. The teachers at the elementary school where his mother teaches and the high school where is father teachers are putting on a mini-Woodstock type fundraiser for little W. next month. It’s wonderful how friends have started to rally around him, but it breaks my heart that he’s going through this. I cry if I think about it, so I try not to think about it.
-The dog and the cat lay side by side in Hubby’s lap for about forty minutes Friday, and we thought we’d had a major breakthrough in their showdowns. Until an hour later when he chased her into the dining room and she slapped him in the face with a furry paw.
-Papa T. has been cranky lately. Arms crossed, mouth poutin’ seriously cranky, and we’re not sure why. His mama would have whipped him with a peach tree switch if he had acted that way with her. We’re about ready to find a peach tree.

Twelve more days until vacation. Twelve more days.