Thyme moving on. I'll have to plant something where it's migrated away. Not sure what.
Strawberries and lettuce looking fine. Warned that mice will destroy strawberries, I've started using lemon balm mint around the bed to keep mousies away. Eleanor got another mouse last night. I praised her and gave her treats, which are hopefully better tasting. This is the second one in less than a month. She is quite the killer.
Weeded, chatted with Spike&Mike. The low income apartment across the street had an "unattended death" this week. Mike figured, since they removed a dog, and (presumably) a cat in a carrier, police present and solemn. I found a note on the crime map the slcpd keeps. I'll never hear further, I'm sure. I'm used to this in my work. Once in a great while I will hear back, or get a patient again. Always figure if I don't hear, it more or less worked out.
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When he doesn't sleep, waking snotty and coughing, I wake up as well. My instincts and my training kick in, and I do what I can. Even if it's only to be vaguely aware. He's always been an adult, takes care of himself, so I wait for need. Avoiding parenting mode, easy enough for me since I've never felt those impulses. But a scrub nurse anticipates and readies supplies. Poor guy, he just can't shake this bugger. I realize how much he really does do around here, which he hasn't been up to this week. I do appreciate, and I'm struggling to take up the slack.
Knew he was searching for a tissue, and while still mostly asleep, I grabbed one from my side and passed it to him, as I would a clamp for a surgeon who'd found a bleeder. Heard Moby on him, then his particularly exasperated sigh as he got up, "There is sliced turkey in the fridge" which I knew would satisfy the cat and not frustrate the guy. Was I awake? Only sorta.
Doing the least I can get away with. Dylan's parents bringing dinner by this evening. I cleaned up just enough to be acceptable. When we were in Saudi, one of the sections of our hospital unit was Minimal Care. In civilian terms, ambulatory patients who aren't ready to return to work, or home. In this case, barracks or active duty.
So they had a sign.
Minimal Care.
We Care. Minimally.
That's about where I am right now.
When I drove in last evening, I noticed how bright the house looks. Thinking I'd better either tone down the red on the front, or paint it Monet as well. Once I get the door frame that color, I will decide.
Your opinions are welcome.
4 comments:
do you mean the red of the brick (unlikely but thought i'd double check) or the red on the columns? i rather like the brick with monet combo, it's very mediterranean in feel somehow. the red on the columns looks almost more of a chinese red, richer, redder. it looks like the right column (sans house number) has some of the red climbing over onto the monet above it. trick of photography? a bunch of questions with no answers, sorry.
i agree with you that painting the door frame will give you a better idea of whether you've reached enough or if you have room for more monet. i think right now there's too much going on, too many competing colours and the doorframe might be just what you need to "really tie the room together." let's talk once that's done, ok?
pc,
On the columns. It's a sort of botch of wood clad, black painted, and I covered the peeling ones, then all of the fronts, with red spray paint. Which helped brighten it up, and protect them, but it's a mess.
I agree, too many clashings. If I could afford to have someone come paint it all properly, I would. Need all the other windows around the backs and sides cared for as well, then painted. Of course, as soon as I finish it, I'll have to start again.
Sorry, my interior decorator is on strike and is unable to provide an opinion.
Phil,
I'm very disappointed, but I will cope.
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