My house and Sassy in These titles mean nothing.

Does anyone remember Sassy Brujur - that might have been her name, it might not have been. She was a great Open Diary-er, an Englishwoman living in Spain. She had a guest house and she was always working on it. She posted lots of photos. She had a couple of little dogs. She would make paella. She loved Spain. I think she had been a hairdresser on cruise ships.

When I would post photos of my house she would always think I should be fixing it. She thought it was a shame I was letting so much ‘potential’ go down the drain. I thought of her today as I was sweeping the cellar. The cellar is finally dry - without its Amish eave spouts. I’ve been doing some of my walking cl thinking of ways to make it better. I want a bicycle horn to nail to the center post in the furnace room that I use as a roundhouse. I want to Toot, Toot as I round the post, once on my way behind the furnace and once on my way back out. I want to get rid of the left over ducting and pipes from my husband’s original furnace installation, so there will be more room in both the furnace room and the laundry room. I swept up a couple of dustpans of minor floor bound detritus. I showed the stuff to Jim who hadn’t believed it was there. See Sassy?

My walking route through the house is a favorite thing of mine. I want to get the 18 plain top milk bottle caps identified as stops on the Milwaukee Road railroad - so I can travel by rail to wherever the railroad used to go. That was a suggestion of Jim’s but we’ve never done it. So was the bicycle horn for that matter. Both might be projects for when the grandkids are here - although they are a bit too old for that kind of fantasy. Though again, they are not as old as I am.

Since I’ve reported here I’ve gotten rid of the sofa and Gracie’s chair. Away son and here son took them out to the burn pile and I ignited them. I may have told you that already? Either way, nice flames but I didn’t burn anything down that I didn’t want to burn. My yoga mat went with them. I thought about that for quite a while - it had spent a couple years on the deck folded up and I didn’t think it would ever flatten out without being wrinkled and I didn’t think wrinkles would be comfortable. Burning it might have been a mistake.

I got my plants inside a couple days ago. I brought in the round metal mesh table and put it where the sofa had been and I arranged, etc. my plants. I repotted a few that needed it. I’m uncertain which plants I’ll send up to Joana’s. She has better light than I do and just as good heat. Jim waters them and puts a bit of farmer’s pride and care into them. My oldest best begonia is almost dead. It’s been in the same metal pail for decades and I suppose root-boundedness has finally overcome its vitality. I have some smaller cuttings and plants so it’s not like it will be gone forever - and perhaps a winter at Joana’s will bring it back.

I have a fluorescent light I’d like installed above the plants table or somewhere perhaps in the laundry room. There is a nice ledge down there that would hold plants too. And they would like a better light. Also there is some though of spending people time in the basement but that would probably be in the furnace room. Toot, toot.

I haven’t made my way upstairs yet.

My living room has more room since I moved the four new but not installed windows into my bedroom which not has less room for the same reason. I use the windows to store my clothes. That makes no sense. Maybe I’ll have Jim take a picture.

Poor Sassy. She might be happy that I’m doing/thinking of doing things, but she’d think I’ve got a long ways to go.

Last updated September 29, 2022