I confess I have been fiddling with my header. I got some design advice from Ree and I fear I may have taken it to excess. Hardly any surprise since I’m an excessive person. What? You’re surprised? Get away with your bad self. Feel free to offer your preferences.
On the day to day real life level, Ass Burger Boy has started a new semester at community college. He described asking an instructor about a “weird” kid in his class. It seems ABB made the circling motion with his hand (typically used to describe someone who is cah-ray-zee). The instructor said the “weird” kid had Asperger’s Syndrome. ABB saw the sadness in my eyes when I said: “I would think that you would have compassion instead of labelling this kid as “other”. He got to thinking about this, and has made an effort to befriend him. School is about learning more than academics.
My batteries mutinied when I tried to take a picture of the dark stains still visibile in the flooring. The story is that the former owner of the mansion bled out there, and he was found with his dogs several days later. The neighbours told me that they researched the place extensively when they first moved in, but I couldn’t find anything, except the reference to the rope factory that the former owner supposedly ran.
I will admit that I felt “visitors” here when I first moved in, but I told them politely to buzz off.
The darker spot in front of the basket is the culprit. This is in the front third of the living room. On the other side of the fireplace is an identical sized wall, with matching mullioned window. This would be where I am now. It’s quite a distance from the antique television, which would explain why I have it turned up so loud. Big room.
To get an idea of the size of this room, this next image was shot from behind my desk. The disconcerting white thing in the foreground is the chair I sit in while on the computer.
I realize I haven’t done much to decorate the place yet, but I’m frugal. The dark sofa and chair? Still in good condition. Not too sure I want to cover them. Frugal ::cough::cheap::cough:: This side of the sofa is another of those glass panelled pocket doors. The fireplace hearth has issues, but they will be addressed eventually. Or not.
For anyone who wondered if my place was always clean, just look at the box of stuff waiting to be burned, parked by the chair near the fireplace. Now there are two. It’s a lot of area to clean. I not only have to vacuum the floors, but the walls as well. I was agonizing over asking Santa for a digital SLR or a roomba, but Santa is also frugal. And overdrawn at the bank.
I hope you have enjoyed your virtual tour of casa witchypoo. It has been my pleasure being your hostess. If the dust bothers you, I’ll show you my 1973 “green machine” Electrolux. I love that vacuum cleaner, but I wish it had a roomba sibling.
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