Lunch

Woke to Eleanor purring on my chest, which is actually rather nice. I'm decidedly HER human, no real question about it. Cleaned the kitchen - to include mopping and the window sill, one of those cleanings.

Then we prepared lunch for D's parents, which we rather enjoy. Enchiladas and salad, his dad never fails to remind us we can invite them over for this meal anytime at all. Eleanor hopped on both of them, but especially his mom. When they left, the door didn't latch, so Eleanor got out, although she ran right back in when we approached the door.

Moby, on the other hand, was hanging out on the porch, as if to say "See? I don't need the harnessthingy, I'm just fine naked outside, really."




We stayed with him as he did his usual "walk" until he headed to the neighbor's yard.

"C'mon, Moby, let's go in." D says, as we herd him. He cooperates, rather than suffer the indignity of being picked up like a football and carried in. A very cooperative cat, generally.


We ran an errand, came home, and I stripped paint. Seriously, I have been dreaming about this, as in actual dreams at night. Did a little too much, the heat gun started feeling like it was going to overheat. So I shut it off, and realized I had only reached the halfway mark on the work that needed to be finished before I could just stop. So, scrape, scrape, peel, peel, then swept and vacuumed and documented. There is an area where the paint stuck more, and darker wood in that corner. I begin to wonder if there had been some fire or water damage, that started the whole painting process here. In a house of this age, it has to be possible.


Kept the mask on throughout, and glad that I'm used to wearing masks all day. Still a bit uncomfortable, but I ignore that. Feeling very good about what I accomplished, the hall lighter after each stripping. I find it rather satisfying, like the garden archeology. No speed here, although I'm getting more efficient, thoroughness is the point. Pick, pick, pick.