The Great Attic Caper
Hello, gang! Not a lot of big headlines this time around… Weather has shifted. No rain yet, but an uncompromising overcast and the kind of intensely dry autumnal chill that makes misplacing your lip balm feel like a death sentence. Unpacking boxes… and boxes… and boxes.
The challenge right now is how much needs to be schlepped upstairs. The stairs are very very narrow, so narrow that I’m actively looking for “assembly required” furniture for the bedrooms, since I’ll have a better chance of getting them upstairs piece by piece. The good folks at Pierson’s Building Supply cheerfully began filling my hatchback with bricks and boards (for brick-and-board bookshelves up in my bedroom) before I could say, “And the delivery address is…” Eighty-one bricks, trudged up the stairs.
The cats are obsessed with getting into the attic… and I am obsessed with keeping them out of it. (The walls are unfinished, so they could get into the interior of the building… which would not be good for any of us.) Nutmeg managed to slip in one evening. When I snuck up and grabbed her, she gave me an impressive enough set of gouges that my left hand looked like it had been incompetently grafted on by Dr. Frankenstein. Now I plan forays into storage like bank heists. When are the guards likely to be distracted? How quickly can I get in and out? What are my primary targets, and what’s the backup plan if the anticipated mission goes awry?
Attended the Fig Twig holiday market in Ferndale today — won’t enumerate what goodies I saw, since some of you will be getting holiday gifts from vendors there, and then met up with my friend Jan the saleslady at Redwood Appliances in Fortuna to talk over washer, dryer and dishwasher possibilities. (See, I told you this wasn’t exciting!)