It was hard to cut a hole in something I have been careful to build without holes. I was going to have the whole shower roof lift up to let moisture out but technical difficulties created a change in the plans. Now there is a window!
It will improve circulation in the house and help dry out the shower after use.
The stairs got some paint as I took a break from building to do something decorative.
Happy lime and teal was what happened. And may end up being the kitchen colors even though they had been slotted for the bathroom.
I found some paintable wallpaper that looks like tile so I get tile walls in kitchen that won’t add to the ever increasing weight of the wagon.
I plan on painting them something like the terracotta sample in bottom left. The idea is to make them look like real tile. Might be possible.
It has been so beautiful here the last week or so. Warm, clear, peaceful. The birds, kitties, and llamas are loving it. So are the humans.
Warning: Stop now if you are sick of seeing pictures of my cat and llamas.
Is it just me or is there something very Dr. Seuss about Llamas? (In a good way.)
Larry sits in the same spot almost every day to watch the sun go down. I love watching him do this. It’s very meditative.
I think Larry might be very enlightened. Doesn’t he look like a big fuzzy Bodhisattva?
I went to the Fungi Fest in Berkeley this weekend (speaking of Seuss-ian experiences) and got some mycelium to plant in these logs. I should be knee deep in about 5 different shrooms very soon. I dragged these oak and manzanita logs up the hill then drilled them full of holes to plant the spores. Fun with Fungi!
And while we are on the subject of Seuss, my friend Raj told me about this poem by the good Doc so I post it here in honor of my dad who, like Mrs McCave and George Foreman, suffers from a serious lack of imagination.
Too Many Daves
Did I ever tell you that Mrs. McCave
Had twenty-three sons, and she named them all Dave?
Well, she did. And that wasn’t a smart thing to do.
You see, when she wants one, and calls out “Yoo-Hoo!
Come into the house, Dave!” she doesn’t get one.
All twenty-three Daves of hers come on the run!
This makes things quite difficult at the McCaves’
As you can imagine, with so many Daves.
And often she wishes that, when they were born,
She had named one of them Bodkin Van Horn.
And one of them Hoos-Foos. And one of them Snimm.
And one of them Hot-Shot. And one Sunny Jim.
And one of them Shadrack. And one of them Blinkey.
And one of them Stuffy. And one of them Stinkey.
Another one Putt-Putt. Another one Moon Face.
Another one Marvin O’Gravel Balloon Face.
And one of them Ziggy. And one Soggy Muff.
One Buffalo Bill. And one Biffalo Buff.
And one of them Sneepy. And one Weepy Weed.
And one Paris Garters. And one Harris Tweed.
And one of them Sir Michael Carmichael Zutt.
And one of them Oliver Boliver Butt.
And one of them Zanzibar Buck-Buck McFate . . . .
But she didn’t do it. And now it’s too late.