averygoodun42 | Happy New Year!

This is the second try, and perhaps I'll have something to say this time round. Last time I just sat staring at the blank entry area for a few minutes before saying, "Screw it, I'm going to go do something else."

So, instead of writing a thought provoking and/or humorous entry full of wit and acute observations *snicker*, I went and taped the bonus room. Actually, I was going to go lie down and rest, but Geoff met me outside the bathroom and led me into the bonus room for a consultation.

Unfortunately, the consultation really was just a talking thing, not anything more interesting.

So, we got the room taped up and the ceiling dusted and dapped. Which is all I really wanted to achieve for the day, although getting the ceiling primed would be kind of nice. But by the time Geoff was spreading out the plastic tarping, he was getting short tempered, I was getting pooped and Babe was getting rambunctious, so I quit and suggested Geoff do so as well.

Besides, the dap needs to dry a few hours before we can put paint on it, anyway. And covering up my dad's desk before absolutely necessary is just plain stupid. Even if he is conveniently outside at the moment, feeding his pyromaniacal tendencies.

Oh yeah, did I mention my dad's a pyro? He isn't an irresponsible pyro or an arsonist or anything (although he has burned down a couple of forests... through legal channels), but he does love starting fires. And playing with them. Last night, if everything had gone according to plan, we would have had a big bonfire to bring in the New Year. Things did not go according to plan as a) we didn't catch the 3:00 ferry, so we ended up getting home at 8 rather than 6; b) it was raining and frickin cold; and c) Geoff and I were pretty much pooped. We basically stayed up long enough to put Babe to bed, then went to bed ourselves. Maybe it wasn't quite so fast as that, but we were in bed by 11:00 and asleep well before midnight, seeing as I didn't hear the gunshots that rang in the new year. (Nothing dire, just rural)

So, basically, during the day, my dad chops up wood from "clearing the land" to burn and then he comes in to play on his computer. I think he's enjoying retirement so far. Hell, he's even playing the piano again! It's great.

The point to that digression is that when my dad comes in, he will want his desk free of painting accessories, such as tarps. ;-)

And now I should go out into the chilly air (unless the wind is blowing, in which case it's damn cold), and take pictures of the pretty orange fungus on the recently felled dead hemlock my mum told me about. Maybe while I'm out, I'll take pictures of the garden. Including the plastic pink flamingo. Which I love, btw.

And then I'll come in and have a cup of tea and figure out something proteiny to eat before dinner. And maybe get the ceiling primed, too.

Happy New Year, everyone! May this one be better than the last.