The Day Before the Baby Comes . . .

. . . Or Not, as the case may be. Sarah and Abraham are not my choice of role models.

Be that as it may, the kitchen really needed a deep cleaning, and I had announced yesterday that “we” were going to get on it this morning.

The first crack out of the barrel, we discovered the dishwasher doesn’t work. I pulled out the dish pan and drainer and began shifting things around. Ugh. The Squire reported for duty, and I told him one of us needed to wash up and one of us had to scrub the kitchen doors. Both the inside door and the storm door needed a good going-over, and there was still a brown mark on the frame where Blazer had rubbed against it coming and going. The dog died in December, but it’s been too cold to work outdoors or have the doors sitting open. That’s my story, and I’m sticking to it.

While The Squire cleaned the doors, the carport and the front sidewalk – one thing always leads to another – I pulled stuff out of the fridge and wiped it down, inside and out, and generally played Pick Up And Put Away. Almost as much fun as playing Let’s Pretend We’re Moving. I even removed the cat flap from the door to the back room and scrubbed that down!

Several weeks ago, I found some removable wallpaper at Target, and bought one roll to show The Squire, which met with an enthusiastic response. Since we already had things pretty much in an uproar already today, we decided to put up that one roll and see how it looked before we ordered more. This stuff really is pretty easy to use. It’s very similar to Contact Paper, but it can be removed and repositioned any number of times. I would imagine that if you were renting and sick to death of plain white walls, it would be a godsend. The biggest problem is that there isn’t a square corner or level surface in this house, and the pattern repeat is HUGE; I told The Squire I felt as if I was trying to paper Cymyoy, which is a little church we visited when we went to Wales

St. Martin’s was built on a slag heap, and the ground has been slipping ever since it was completed. This picture is looking toward the Altar, and there’s another of the exterior. I told my godson this was where the Little Crooked Man Who Walked A Crooked Mile worshiped, and he remarked that he didn’t know the man was still alive!

Anyway, this is the new paper. We put up the one roll we had, and I’ve ordered three more to finish the job. This was the hard part, as we were working around windows and a cabinet. The next bit should be a lot easier. Or not, depending.

This is a post card shot of the exterior of the little church, and as you can see, it is even more crooked than the Rice Paddy!