Today’s Martha Stewart email subject line: The Magic Time Window To Take A Bath. I want to click on it but also I refuse to click on it.
We hung our new curtains, which arrived in a box weighing nearly 40 pounds. Apparently, blackout curtains are no joke. I installed the rods a bit too high but we worked with it. There is one annoying issue owing to the fact that one entire wall of the room is windows and no curtain rod in Christendom is long enough, but we are “workshopping” a solution – a solution that will certainly require many shits and goddamnits to reach – so it won’t be a big deal. It won’t! No one is going to rain on my custom curtain parade.
It’s funny how you get used to living in your house a certain way. We haven’t really used the sunroom off our master bedroom in the almost seven years we’ve lived here because of the total lack of privacy. Now it is like we’ve added 250 square feet of living space overnight.
Doing “small” home projects are like unfolding a map: they just keep expanding and expanding and are very hard to put away again. To put in curtain rods you have to move furniture. Then it’s dusty under the furniture so you get the vacuum. Then since the furniture is moved you might as well rearrange it (god damn it Martha). And on and on. So by the time we finished for the day the only logical conclusion was to order a pizza and drink whatever was already cold in the refrigerator, in this case a bottle of Prosecco. Cheers to new curtains.
On Sunday it was 95 degrees outside and my plan was to remain indoors all day except for brief trips necessitated by dogs. It rained very heavily in the afternoon and I fretted off and on about a baby bird we found running around in our flower beds. He didn’t seem to be able to fly, so I took the dogs out on leads instead of letting them run free because they are sighthounds and also instinct-fueled oafs and I didn’t want them bothering the bird. Do mother birds look for their babies? Can they…I don’t know, pick them up and carry them? I know nature can be harsh but it has been altogether too harsh on birds in our yard lately, and I’d really like to know that baby bird is snug in its nest.
Mercifully, it has cooled down to something like 82 degrees. This is still too hot for me but is much preferable to 97. On our walk today the puppy kept flopping over in the grass and like, I get it dog! I put her cooling mat out for her when we got home and felt very smug when she immediately laid down on it, until three minutes later when she began to chew on it. Puppies be staying predictable.