It’s started. For me, the dreaded yet rewarding process of totally reworking a house is officially underway. Cable has been installed (in a home that never had it before) so I can now spend full days there. But there’s a TON of stuff to do, you guys, and I’ve realized this isn’t just a ‘few weeks’ undertaking. Perry and I spent one full day slaving away and when we were too tired to do one more thing, we had only one bedroom ready for paint and primer applied. The smallest one of four. ::sigh::
Since I’m spending long days away from home, I also have to load up 2 dogs, water bowls, and treats too. Old and fat Libby’s tired and arthritic body falls into a snoring slumber the second she’s back home — and poor Gracie’s anxiety disorder (diagnosed only by ME) shows more than ever as she trembles from the time she gets in the car until she unloads at day’s end in our familiar drive. They do seem to really enjoy the fenced backyard once they arrive, and they’ve found the screened porch is a great place to scope out birds, squirrels and bunnies they want to eat.
But no one enjoys this house as much as Coco. She doesn’t care that 99.9% of the house has yet to be painted, or that the bedroom carpets are all different colors — neon blue, mint green, hot pink and blood red. She doesn’t notice that tile has yet to be installed or even that the faucets are old and outdated. She just LOVES the tub that makes incredible bubbles.
In addition, she doesn’t care that the backyard shrubs need trimming and more landscaping is required. She doesn’t notice the fence is in desperate need of a coat of paint. She just knows this place has an abundance of butterflies. Her Dad doesn’t care so much about all things crying for attention that require physical labor either. Obviously. If he did, he wouldn’t be out chasing butterflies, would he?
