Every few years I undertake a big home improvement project.
Thanks to a rather unexpected early repayment of a loan (thanks Lemony!) I found myself with enough money to check off something that’s been on my list for years.
I’ve always had the dream of being able to organize each person’s shoes, backpacks, coats, hats and gloves into cabinets but it wasn’t until I worked on the Poulet Rouge project with Jeff Maxim that it finally became a reality.
I didn’t even know he was a carpenter when I mentioned it to him. But unlike most carpenters who wanted me to actually draw a picture of what I wanted, he busted out his computer and started throwing out ideas.
My new entryway! Now I don’t have to scramble like mad to clean up the entry when people come over. I feel so much more together.
Did you know that IT’S A MOTHER FUCKING FACT that women’s cortisol (that’s a stress hormone) goes up in the midst of clutter, whereas men aren’t affected nearly as much?
I consider the cabinets to be a mental health expense.
Of course Loony and Tabby were all disparaging like, “The house is going to get fucked even with those cabinets,” and I was all, CAN’T YOU JUST LET ME BE HAPPY FOR JUST ONE FUCKING DAY?!
And FYI, we are a week into it and my entry is still neat. I swear, it’s the little things.
Also FYI, I borrowed Loony’s car the other day (no gas in the tank OF COURSE) and look what was on the floor.
Yah, that guy is telling me how to keep my house neat.
I sold the antique mail sorter on Craigslist which leaves us with the CDs that Loony never listens to but is sure have great value on eBay (natch) if only he had the time to go through them all so now this is my reality …
How does the saying go? One step forward, two steps back? Whatever. I’ll take it.
I’ve been busy with pottery, vacillating between having zero inspiration to being completely on fire. I think I’ve been in the studio every day this week.
I made these …
And since I’m eagerly anticipating the next Pole Theater and all the fabulous judges who will be staying with me, I decided to make them custom mugs because mornings can be hectic and it’s easy to lose your coffee cup.
That middle rack is all for my beautiful pole deities.
I’ve been laying rather low, pinging between feeling high on life to rather low. I guess that’s called being a human, or an extroverted introvert as this blog outlines. Ambivert is the technical term.
I think I’m an ambipervert.
I had a fun text conversation with a friend who I love to torture and vice versa.
It’s true. He slapped me IN THE FACE in high school because we were having a heated debate over whether women were fit to be President of the United States. He said no, based upon menstruation.
“What if there is a nuclear escalation and she’s got her finger on the button and she’s on the rag?!”
He’s always been an intellectual giant. And it was high school.
The conversation pivoted to gender equality which somehow turned into him saying that if I woman hits a man, he should be able to hit her back. To help him prove his point (and because he was irritating the shit out of me) I slapped him and he slapped me back and then ran away like a freakin’ scrotum.
Serious personal history here.
We go way back.
I love hearing from old friends, especially when we just pick up where we left off.
Hey Jason, I love you too.