Sunday Night at Eleven

This is how we’re spending Sunday evening:

Zorro is curled on Fuzzy’s pillow, watching me as I type while half-watching television. I put it on to watch Brothers and Sisters and let it run through the news and now Ebert and Roeper. We might get snow next week, we might not. None of the movies being reviewed are interesting me much, except for In the Shadow of the Moon, which will be out on DVD soon if it isn’t already.

MissCleo is devouring a bully ring chewy. This is essentially a bully stick formed into a ring. They last longer than actual bully sticks because she has to create a gap in the ring before she can really go to town on it. She talks to her chewies, growling and warbling. It’s very cute.

Fuzzy is upstairs blasting things on the playstation 3, or playstation 2, or one of the Xboxes. We don’t yet have a Wii. He’s SUPPOSED to be getting rid of the original Xbox since we have a 360 now, but it’s been two months and I’m not holding my breath.

I am curled up in bed, with my laptop, and a pile of books to catalog. I have the receipts for them, but spreadsheets are easier. I need this info for taxes. Since I keep a bookblog, and it’s monetized, any book I buy that I also review is a business expense. If the FLIP video camera that I’m looking at is used to make ads, it can be deducted too. How cool is that>?

Tomorrow will be a day of writing, and since it’s Monday it’s a weight day. I’m still a little sore from Friday – I think I pushed myself too hard.

But the weights make me feel so powerful.

And on that note, goodnight.

Home Improvement

This post is more for myself than the general public, but it helps me to post it here, so that I have something external forcing some semblance of accountability.

My mother is coming for a week in May. We have a bunch of things that we need to do for the house, which we’ve been putting off until after Zorro’s dental surgery on Friday the fifteenth. The list, so far, includes:

– Flooring:
We need to re-carpet the downstairs hall, upstairs hall, and steps in something dog-proof with little-to-know pile. I don’t want hard floors in those places.
We also need to put cherry laminate in the dining room, so we need a quote for that.
We went to Carpet One earlier today, only to find that they’re closed on Sunday. I’ve been hearing a lot about that directbuy place, where you buy a membership but then get deep discounts. I wonder if they install? I know they sell flooring. There’s a downloadable free pass on their website so we might have to check them out.

– Paint:
Kitchen will be peach. Pale peach.
Decided I like the green tea color of my office (it’s tranquil) but I want to add some lavender.
Fuzzy’s office will be the color of antique parchment.
The dining room is still undecided. I like the yellow base color, so if we get rid of the picket fencing and repaint the walls, it might work. It’s a sort of Tuscan yellow. Very rich. With the wood floors it will be marvelous.

– Plants:
Need to talk to gardener about putting a flower garden in front of the arch window, and trimming the shrubs.
Need to buy big pots for outside the living room and bedroom windows. Maybe citrus? I’ve heard there are varieties of lemon and lime that can handle Texas winters.
Need a large tree for the corner behind the couch. I will put my dragonfly lights on it, and it will be a good “nightlight.”

– Other:
Really need a chimney sweep.
And a general contractor for the ceiling plaster and front entry.


So, what do a bunch of geeks (and one feisty old lady) do on a sunny Saturday? Believe it or not, we all abandoned our homes full of various devices connected with Cat5e cable, and went to a quilt show.

The show in question was called “Four Score and Seven Quilts Ago,” and while a good portion of the quilts were newly constructed, using the very latest in quilting machines from Baby Lock (which, by the way, were seriously cool, and if I had $5,000 to spend on a sewing machine, one would have come home with me, just to “have”), many were also antiques, and others were made in memory of relatives who had been conductors on the underground railroad.

There was an informal debate among us all day, about whether or not using a computer to make a quilt was “cheating.” Ms. Feisty thought it was, the rest of us took milder stances, ultimately agreeing that it was the act of quilting, rather than the method, that was important, though I think we all have great respect for the women who did – and do – still hand-piece, and hand-sew all their squares.

In addition to a display of quilts, which ranged from the cute to the questionable, from the truly awesome to the incredibly frightening (orange and neon yellow in an “ugly fabric quilt”) – my favorite was a wholecloth quilt that was white on white and looked like the inside of an ornate tray ceiling – there were vendors, including a stall selling hand-painted batik. I bought my mother a collection of batik quilt squares with brightly colored fish, because she’ll appreciate it.

She wasn’t with me at the show, but she was very present in my mind when we were there.