My address still says New York, but I don’t believe it for a second. This town has too many nice people to be located in New York. The lady at the paint store in town knows me by name! I feel like I should hug her goodbye after getting my can of freshly mixed paint. She even gave me her Pottery Barn catalog so I could steal ideas.
It’s been a whirlwind of a few weeks and I miss blogging like crazy, but I won’t have my internet connected until Monday….boo, hoo. I’m going to try and cram a sampling of what’s been happening on the fringe. I’ll do more indepth posts when I’m not stealing internet from the local coffee shop which is amazingly quaint.
First, I’ve inhaled so many paint fumes that I actually made myself nauseous one day, but the final finish is all I had hoped. Actually, I’m not done with painting. I really meant it when I said that I’ll be painting until Christmas.
These are the ever angelic FringeKids. I caught them reading so quietly that I had to capture it on film.
We refer to this as the ‘The White Room.” I know what you’re thinking, I’ve inhaled way too many paint fumes. Two kids, a dog, and a husband who practically wears his boots to bed and I painted a floor white!
Yes, I’m crazy. I also had some extra floor paint from painting the floors in my bedroom white. I wish we could have saved the wood floors, but they were a mess and we tried, really we did. We just decided that spending the next 8 months of our lives rescuing floors is not what we want to do. Eventually we’ll cover this floor with new wood, but for now I’m enjoying the clean look.
These are the floors in my bedroom and I LOVE them.
Now despite what you may think, I haven’t only been painting, but it has been a highlight for me. Painting far surpasses hanging sheet-rock on the ceiling. I thought my arms would fall off before FringeMan got those boards screwed into the ceiling. I’m happy to report that I’m actually building muscles and burning fat, a bonus for me.
One of the biggest blessings of my two weeks is that my house is literally a block and half away from the local hospital. Now this may not seem like a selling point for a house, but when you have son like FringeBoy, it’s always good to live near medical professionals.
He was stung by a bee, had a horrible reaction, and got no less than a zillion shots. He was brave and calm and we’ve offically changed his name to “Bee Boy”.
This photo was taken several hours after sitting in the hospital and when I finally had a calm thought, I pulled out my camera. He immediately asked if I was going to blog about this incident.
I promised him he’d get loads of sympathy comments.
After he was doing much better, one of the young nurses hovering by his side asked if she could do anything else for him. “A big bowl of macaroni and cheese would be nice!” Responded Bee Boy. The doctor said he knew it was time to release him when he asked for my cell phone so he could play games.
Bee Boy is fine now. He was on some meds for a week, but he’s good as new and we’ve invested in cases bee spray. In fact, FringeMan almost poisoned himself with all the bee spray he used.
Thankfully Bee Boy managed to recover in time for the annual coaster car race in town. He was determined to win and went into the race with a strategy in mind.
All of his determination paid off, because he won first place!
I know this post has been chaotic and I’m sorry. It’s just a sampling of my life. I think I’m more tired than I’ve ever been in my life. The shop vac has become an extension of my left arm and a paint roller an extension of my right. I’ll have internet early next week, but until then I’ll be unpacking and working. Hopefully that’s all!
Can’t wait to catch-up with all your lives and blogs.