First off, because we lack a solid door between our super hot garage and our kitchen, it's been getting really really really hot in the house. In case you don't believe me, here is a thermometer at 1:00pm. It would be even hotter if I hadn't gotten up at 6am to open some windows to get a cool breeze (making sure to close them before 10am.)
I'm not sure how well it comes through, but this light blue will be the color of our living room area.
This green will be the kitchen color - although the yellow around it makes it look a little more yellow than it is.
Here it is. Our (dirty) kitchen that Jesse's been drywalling and taping since Tuesday. What you can't see is how he also hung drywall on the ceiling - BY HIMSELF. I'm still not sure how he managed that. But I don't ask questions of super renovation man.
A while back I promised better pictures of my car - once Liz sent me the pictures from my Mother's Day surprise trip to New York of Sawyer, Dylan and I. Alas, they never came. But since we were there, I took some initiative and got them off her camera myself. Now that I have my pictures, here's the promised picture of my car. I really really really love it.
Ah, Cheeba. I thank the universe that she's still with us. You see, Jesse picked me up at the airport yesterday around one o'clock in the afternoon. For some reason, I was super super tired and fell asleep on the sofa around 3:00. At some point, Jesse decided to move me to the bed and since it was hot in the bedroom, opened our bedroom window (which does not have a screen.) I slept and slept and slept some more. He came to bed at 11:00 (at which time I woke up and asked if it was dinner time...) and apparently forgot to shut the window. And he closed the bedroom door, locking Cheeba in our room.
Around 1:30am I woke up to a dog barking and a cat fight. I saw the door was shut and the window was open and ran to the window in time to see Cheeba being attacked by a cat twice her size near the edge of the canyon. Oh my goodness.
I screamed (but Cheeba couldn't hear me as she is deaf), scaring the other cat away. By the time I got outside (in my underware with no shoes) both cats were gone. Yelling may have happened. At Jesse.
We searched the canyon for about a half hour with headlamps and flashlights. We just couldn't find her. Finally, I heard the next-dog-door barking again and I ran back up to the house. Nothing was there but I started talking to the dog, asking it where Cheeba was. All of the sudden, I heard a sheepish little "mew" behind me. I turned around to see Cheeba running toward me and I scooped her up as quickly as I could.
She had a bite mark on her back, was missing several whiskers and was very very dirty - but alive and happy to be back inside. She demanded pets then drank water like she'd never had any and ate a ton of food. I watched her for quite some time, happy she'd been returned to me.
Phew!
More to come later.
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