April 27, 2006 [Thursday] Going Nucking Futs

Going a little nucking futs

So as it is. I have my days and nights terribly messed up. Ordinarily this might not be a bad thing for someone, let’s say… who wants a night job. Is that me….NOPE! Could this effect my well being, probably not. Could this effect my sanity. Whelp, that right there is what it really could have the biggest impact on. See, nights are lonely when you’re the only one awake. And then during the day when everyone else is up, I am sleeping. Missing some of that one on one time with….well…. everybody.

So not all is for lost though. I did manage to weed my flower beds in the middle of the night. Thank God for flash lights. yea they are so enlightening…like really! And I feel safe in my neighborhood, so being outdoors at all hours remains to be no problem. But hey, wait a minute…. I could have been a person stalking around my windows, crawling through the bushes (with a flashlight) attempting to break into my house. And no one even noticed. Note to self: Start neighborhood watch program- I will take the late night shift.

Then there are the ancestral portraits I finally unpacked after living here a year and half. Since I left my country decor in boxes and country antiques stacked in the garage to ruin when we moved here, to opt for a different decor scheme, well those portraits never got unpacked. But as I have had so much time to let my eyes wonder through my house in the quite of the night, I realized I could make them work. Unpacked and arranged. Yet I have moved those frames so many times the people are probably flipping in their graves. But I think I am happy with their location now, even if I did have to rearrange the rest of the house to place them where they are now. But hey, did I have anything better to do? NOPE! And now I have company, lot’s of faces staring at me as I pace the floors at night. And if you don’t tell anyone, on occasion I do talk to them.

So last night was even better. I dusted and rearranged my cook books. I have more then a few. I actually did more then just dust them. I cleaned every nook and cranny of them. There are no signs at all of any flying cake mix, or mashed sweet potato’s anywhere on those books– anymore. Lucky I got to them when I did, before someone noticed I actually use them. Oh and they are now arranged in alphabetical order and according to size– now that took some time and some ingenious thinking if I do say so myself. But they look so darn spiffy now, and really have done something for the kitchen. I don’t know what, but I can feel it. Oh, I guess it could be they are hiding the bottled water behind them.

Now tonight, a wall will get painted. Before Justin headed to bed, I had him climb up and get me a gallon of paint off the top shelf in the garage so I can paint tonight. He has learned as absurd as it may sound that his mom is going to paint a wall in the middle of the night… well, just go with it. So it’s not an entire wall, that would be too difficult for me to do right now (which bugs me too). But the wall supporting the bar wrap around from the kitchen to the dining room, well it needs to be painted green. Why green? I have no clue, a voice in the night told me to do it. Hmmm, maybe it was one of my ancestors. Now if I hear a voice telling me to cook something from one of my cook books, well we may have a pattern here. Don’t know what, but a pattern all the same. Maybe I am supposed to paint a pattern on the wall. Talk to me, what kind of pattern? Before the night is over, maybe I will know. Then I can let you all know. And I do have so many other pretty colors.

Awe, funny you should bring that up, there is a wooden candle stand I want to paint too. Those cans of paint have been sitting out since last night. It is getting painted multi-colored jewel tones.

So I have work that needs to be done and a house that needs to be polka dotted. “Yes, Great, Great Grandmother, I am coming.”.

Enjoy your day of sun, as I enjoy the light of the moon. Note to self: Make appt to see a Psychiatrist real soon