Back to Unreality

I spent a long weekend at the cabin....from Friday afternoon through Tuesday morning...but am now back at the apartment in Boulder and 94F degree temps!  

I had to drive to Longmont yesterday afternoon to the chiropractor.  The chiropractor's office is about a block from the Longmont Goodwill so, although I avoided last Saturday's 50% off sale by driving to the mountains, I just had to stop by the Longmont store after my appointment to see what they had.  

Actually I am quite practical these days and, because of the temperatures, purchased this cute little fan and some interesting ice cube trays...

I only had two ice cube trays and thought long rectangular fingers of ice might be a fun addition to my lemonade.  Hey, it's the little things that make life bearable and I got both of these for 99 cents less my senior discount.  

The fan sort of has that "in" industrial look and I've been wanting another fan to supplement the box fan I bought from my friend Olive earlier in the summer, something I could actually have blowing right on me at night that wouldn't be as forceful as either the box fan or the fan on the window A/C unit but would still lull me into thinking there was some air circulating in the bedroom.  

Why I didn't plug the fan in at the store, I don't know, but I got it home, plugged it in and saw the blades turning so thought everything was a go.  Later in the evening I went back in the bedroom, put my hand in front of it and there was no air movement being generated at all.  I even put my hand behind the fan thinking maybe they had the blades in backward!  A rodent on a treadmill could have moved more air.  

I thought the clerk at Goodwill might have had a little smirk when she told me to leave the tag on anything marked E&M (electrical and mechanical?) until I was sure it worked.  I wonder how many times this thing has been purchased and returned.  It was only $3.99 and I got my everyday senior discount, so it wasn't a huge expense, but I'll return it and get a toaster instead, which was something else I was looking at and they had several that were this same price.  I'd rather have a more versatile toaster oven, but haven't seen one of those at a thrift shop recently.

I had hoped these temps in the 90s were over for the summer and I was spoiled because the temperatures at the cabin are about 20 degrees cooler.  It was in the 70s during the day and the 40s at night the entire time I was there.  

It seems as if the temperature on what is called the Diagonal Highway between Boulder and Longmont...you see the start of it here in the upper right hand corner of this map...
 
Map courtesy of AaccessMaps.com

...is at least ten degrees hotter than either Boulder or Longmont, both of which are old towns with lots of big shade trees. 

This highway, which follows a busy railroad track, cuts through prairie that looks like the prairie in every Western movie you've ever seen.  Think Cheyenne in a wool cavalry uniform.  And, of course, I have no air conditioning in my car. 

Inevitably, on my return from these afternoon chiropractic appointments, I hit Boulder and every red light just at rush hour, my car starts overheating and I have to turn on the heater to bleed off some of the heat.  I was really glad to get back to the apartment.  Even though it wasn't that cool, it was a lot better than a car with the heater blasting in an ambient temperature of 94F degrees.

I had a productive few days at the cabin.  I'm finally almost finished with all of the little decorator touches I'd wanted to make before my sister and her husband come out if they finally decide to.  They've been doing a lot of traveling since spring so aren't that anxious to leave home again I guess.  I still want to make the draperies for the bunk area and paint the floor, but both of those will take some funds I don't have available right now so I'm contenting myself with small projects that cost nothing.  

I knew when I decided to paint the interior of the cabin dark charcoal brown that the color would hide any damage from the blow-back smoke from the wood stove that's such a problem when the winds are high in the winter and would provide a great backdrop for my thrift store porcelain finds, but would also require lots of reflective surfaces to keep it from being too oppressive.  I had several mirrors in that storage unit I cleared out when I moved into the apartment and one that had been in the cabin from the beginning in 1939 I think.  I finally figured out during this last visit where I wanted all of them.  

I hung this thrift store find...

...on the east wall.  The frame is a very heavy metal and I like the oak leaf and acorn motif.

I hung this frameless, probably a five-and-dime, mirror from the 30s on the west wall next to the secretary/hutch....

There's nothing like enlarged photos to reveal every wart and pimple.  I see I need to have another go at this with the Windex.  I was going to hang the rectangular mirror here, but decided it and the hutch were too much the same shape.  Oh, and the little dials?  Well, they turned out to be kind of a fun solution to this...

...Blue Light Special that someone brought out to the cabin.  I kept trying to figure out what to do with this...no White Tails here although I did see my first Mule Deer just as I was leaving Eldora on Tuesday morning...so I popped the three dials out and hung them under the mirror sort of like miniature international clocks.  I'm saving the frame so if someone is absolutely in love with this thing, they can restore it.

The third mirror project had been hanging over my head since last fall when I bought an oval mirror on sale at Hobby Lobby, along with some black velvet ribbon with which to hang it.  I wanted it hung over the wash stand and knew it would have to hang in front of an existing shelf.  The old round mirror had been hung from the shelf and even I had to bend my knees in order to see myself in it.  Hanging the new mirror in front of the shelf would mean hanging it from a ceiling hook and I thought I'd need to drop a plumb line in order to get the hook in the right spot.  

I had purchased the ceiling hook at least two months ago...

...I got the swivel hook because it was the only black one Home Depot had...but still I procrastinated because by that time I'd hurt my arm and the thought of attempting this just seemed daunting.  

Monday I bit the bullet and got it accomplished.  I marked the middle of the shelf and then just put a yard stick flat against the shelf and ran it up to the ceiling to mark the spot for the hook rather than dropping a plumb line.  

Then I started "reading" the instructions for the hook...

...almost no actual verbiage, just illustrations and large X's indicating "do this, NOT this" and showing you how to reinsert the hook to the base, but not how to remove the hook from the base to start with.  

So I did my chimp-being-observed-and-recorded-for-science routine thinking maybe the illustrations were in French since Cobra Anchors Corp. appeared to be in Montreal as well as Temple, PA.  I finally figured out, after starting to screw the provided anchor into the ceiling (shown magically keeling over horizontally after it passes through the surface), that it only needed to be used if the hook was being inserted into dry wall.  Otherwise, the hook base could simply be screwed into "madera" which must be wood in French, something I didn't recall after three semesters of the language.  

The next big challenge was figuring out how to remove the hook from the base and this really did make me feel like a monkey with a puzzle, but I finally deduced that one side of the base was flat and that had to be turned to slide out of the slot that was the same shape.  Yep.  Sure enough, it worked.  So, I screwed the base, sans hook, into the wood ceiling and slid the hook on.  

I decided I didn't want to rely on the ribbon to hold the weight of the mirror, which is fairly heavy, so used some picture wire.   Then I decided I didn't like the look of that so set about making a sleeve for the wire...

I thought I could "turn" this ribbon tube, once I got it doubled over and sewn shut by hand, but absolutely could not get it started.  I could have taken out all the stitching and folded it with the velvet side out, but by that time I was getting pretty well burned out so decided to just leave the flat side out, fed the wire through the sleeve and re-affixed the wire to the mirror.  Then I used the rest of the ribbon and made a little rosette to cover the hook...

  Here's the finished product...

...and I can actually see myself without bending my knees.  If some day someone gets bored, they're free to remove that sleeve and sew it with the velvet side out!

That's it for today.  I took 91 photos while I was at the cabin, so will post some more tomorrow showing additional shots of cabin life and chores, some Rocky Mountains scenery in late August and an update on the foxes.  The latter not good, I'm afraid.  Teddee

Finally the Fun Stuff

I'm finally doing some of the fun decorating stuff at the cabin.  I got these vintage (and huge) snowshoes...

...that I found at Savers several months ago hung in the only place they'd fit, up behind the wood stove chimney.  They are 48 inches long.  No wonder snow shoeing was once considered a real challenge.  Here's a shot of some of the newest snowshoes.  


 

They've come a long way!


I also got this great clock hung that I've also been holding for several months.  I think I may have found this at the Goodwill in Longmont...

It's double sided and huge for the space and is sort of a joke because the last time my sister was out here she was complaining she couldn't see the clock!  I'm actually loving it, but sure wish I had had someone here to hold the sucker while I was getting those screws in.  It's heavy and my arm was complaining, but I prevailed.

Let's see, what else...This hide-a-bed, which my sister brought out and says is really comfortable, is covered in a white floral fabric that's been grating on me ever since it appeared.  A country cottage perhaps, the seashore maybe, but not this rustic mountain cabin.  This covering is just makeshift since the first time anyone opens the hide-a-bed to sleep on it, it will necessitate removing this fabric, but I just had to see what it would look like.  I had bought this fabric at a Savers for $5.99 and I actually think I bought it while I was still living in Phoenix.  I wish I could afford to have the hide-a-bed reupholstered, but this is going to have to do for now...

I am so in love with this fabric...the elk...

...and the pine cone and acorn motifs...

and this pillow, another Phoenix find, I've had for years just waiting for the perfect spot...

...it looks and feels like oil on canvas.  I found this in a bag with some other pillows two winters ago when I returned to Phoenix to try to clean out the three storage units I (still) have there and brought it back with me.  This is why I can't just close these storage units down without going through everything first.

I made these curtain tie-back rosettes last week at the apartment and brought them up with me....

They were fun and easy to make.  I just tore strips of the curtain fabric about three inches wide and 36 inches long, folded the strips in half lengthways then turned them and coiled them, hot gluing as I went to hard cardboard circles.  I had spray painted the clothes pins black and glued the rosettes to the clip clothes pins.  Now I have rosette tie backs instead of just clothes pins.

I also hung this wooden "Welcome to the Mountains" plaque that I found in my storage unit...

 ...and this welcome pineapple cone...

 

...on the side of the secretary/hutch.  Yep.  Nailed 'em right in there.  I've done this to most of my case goods over the years and really like the effect, but guess it's a good thing I don't have really high-end furniture!

This morning I hung this cute Bear Crossing sign, another Savers find...

 

...just around the southeast corner of the cabin where the bear had actually been crossing earlier in the spring. So that's some of what I've been doing since I arrived at the cabin on Friday.  

Since this will be my last blog for a couple of weeks, I thought I'd also throw in what I'd done to my bedroom at the apartment.  I had some fun with it.  I decided to put the old steamer trunk in that room against the north wall...

 
I've been looking for months for a lampshade just like the one in the photo that's just a bit larger...

I just love the way this marabou fringe moves in the draft from the air conditioner.  I have several of these little folding pastry stands, but the others are in storage in other states.  I like the rusty patina of this one and am using it to display a candle and two little similarly colored lamp chimneys...

This urn was looking for a home and seems to fit here after I raised it in height by putting it on a book.  I loaded it with some outsized rusty looking keys and a rusty metal cone...

The metal stag head fit in this little metal bird feeder, which also is holding some colorful hat pins and that strange-looking thing on the left is a small scrying ball.


I also was able to pair up a beautiful bird cage that had been out on the balcony with a little inexpensive crystal-clad chandelier, an antler bowl I believe I bought at the Orange Tree gift shop in Mesa, Arizona, and a ceramic dove...

...I just love the patterns this throws on the walls.  I've been turning this and the little lamp with the marabou trimmed red lampshade on...

 and everything else off when I go to bed just to enjoy the lights.


I also threw this beautiful piece of fabric...

another Phoenix find that I'd uncovered in storage two years ago and brought back to Colorado with me, over the bedroom window and the light coming through this is an added delight.


Makin' it mine.


Stay tuned, Teddee

Introducing Victor/Victoria

 Here's cutie pie....

This is Vixen's baby.  Isn't he a cuddler?  At least I think it's a male, but since I'm not sure, I've dubbed him Victor/Victoria for the time being.  And he really does have his Daddy's eyes!  He came and ate kibble and egg with his mom this morning and also got his own chicken because she was growling at him when he tried to dodge in and get some kibble.  I took a lot of photos and this is the only one that really turned out.  He is as jumpy as a wind-up toy and the sun was so bright he was over-exposing and even with computer magic I couldn't fix the rest.  Now I'm really glad I came back up to the cabin.

Have you seen, read or heard about the periodical Where Women Create?  It's a wonderful magazine that features the studios and work spaces of artists and other creative women.  Well, this is where this woman was creating today...


It started out on the picnic table...sewing machine, travel steam iron, makeshift ironing board with towel on picnic bench...

If you must sew, there couldn't be a prettier place...

I discovered, after a very long time, during which I measured, measured, cut, remeasured, remeasured again, pressed up edges, remeasured, etc., that my sewing machine wouldn't run off of an extension cord.  I guess Sears was afraid I'd fry myself.  So then I had to tote the sewing machine inside and set it up on the table, which necessitated moving the computer keyboard and monitor, something I had hoped to avoid...

Then it clouded up and started to rain and I had to bring in everything else, using the top of the cooler, which I'm keeping inside for now, and the area around it as craft central.  Water is for hydrating DIYer and steam iron...

I did any further cutting and measuring here in this little floor space in front of the door...

Do you think I might merit a page in Where Women Create?  Here's the finished product...

...two panels for one window and this took six hours!  As usual when I'm sewing, if I could figure anything wrong I did.  I intended to make the curtain for the big south window first and did all my calculations...depth of rod pocket, amount of turnover, depth of hem, amount of turnover...and, of course, did them incorrectly forgetting that I had to turn over raw edges twice, not once.  So the first panel was too short for the south window and too long for this window and I had to cut a chunk off.  Then I tried and tried and tried to get the patterns to match up on the top and bottom of the first and second panel and finally just gave up I was getting so frustrated and angry.  These look OK if you don't inspect them carefully.  If you do make the mistake of looking at the back of the first panel and the hem of the second you might think a small child from a country with no child labor laws had sat on the ground with her little sewing machine and turned these out for pennies.  If anyone asks, I'm going to say I bought them in...pick a third world country.


Hopefully the next two panels will go more smoothly although I don't ever seem to learn from sewing experience.  Each time is a new adventure and every time I measure anything when I'm sewing I get a different number.


I also want to make a skirt--yes, I know I said I was sick and tired of everyone skirting their cupboards, but the doors on this one were so warped they wouldn't stay shut--for the cupboard right under this curtain.  I took the doors off a few months back and the contents--cleaning and laundry products--have been on full display ever since.


Yesterday evening while I was waiting for various spray painting projects to dry I recovered the top for this little bench...

...I didn't want to miter the corners--I wanted a softer look--and tried to gather the corners, but I'm not sure I'm pleased with this, so may have to pull out a few staples on the corners and try again before I screw it back onto the bench.  Although I hate to sew, I love fabric and had hundreds of pounds of fabric in my storage (take my word on the weight!) so had numerous choices.  I think this pattern looks nice with the ornate wrought iron.  This will probably stay in the cabin to use as a side table by the bunk now that the steamer trunk is gone.  You can see why my motto is "Not Your Mama's Mountain Decor"!  I've been giving some thought to this idea I had for the cabin--and for my dream shop should it every happen--and it is an idea I've used in decorating some of the other places I've lived.  I think it is the combination that resulted when women who lived in more cosmopolitan cities homesteaded in more rustic or ethnic places, taking their most beloved household furnishings with them, and augmenting them with local, handmade treasures.


That's all for today.  I'm not sure I'll post tomorrow.  Kind of depends on how the sewing goes.  Oh, and by the way, for some reason I re-read yesterday's post and fixed that egregious spelling error...let's just say I was not at my peak!  Teddee

I'll Have the Kibble, the Egg, the Chicken, Oh, and the French Bread, Too, Please

I returned to the cabin yesterday afternoon.  I was getting so depressed in that apartment I had to get out.  I sure hope I haven't made a serious mistake in taking it and that this is just transition angst.  So, life is already brighter.  I have had multiple visits from Vixen since I arrived...

I knew some fox was over east of the cabin when I arrived, the car loaded with things I wanted to spray paint, material to make into cabin curtains, as well as kibble and a chicken that I'd picked up in Nederland for the foxes.  The magpies always set up a ruckus when a fox is around and they were making a lot of noise over that way.  I think perhaps the foxes have started hanging around this cabin across the road east, called The Shire, that's been vacant since Apollo and his family moved a few months back. 

While I was unloading the car, Vixen trotted up from that direction, so I got the groceries out, set them on the floor just inside the cabin door, pulled out the chicken, the kibble and the eggs, carried them over to the kitchen end of the cabin and made her a dish of the latter two right away.  I always wait to give her chicken because the minute I give her chicken, she quits eating and runs the chicken back to the den.  

I gave her a great chunk of chicken breast eventually and off she went, returning almost immediately.  I gave her a few smaller pieces of chicken, hoping she'd eat them herself on the spot.  But, no, she felt obligated to take them back to the den.  However, she seems to have a built-in scale and when the amount of food she's contemplating taking back to the den doesn't quite measure up, she hesitates, waiting to see if I'll add more to the scale.  I didn't, so she carried them off.  She returned a third time and I gave her a drumstick and, again, she trotted off to the west and the den.  When she came back again I told her she needed to finish her kibble or the chicken wasn't going to last more than one night.  I put another raw egg in what was left of the kibble, returning inside the cabin but leaving the door open.  

I'd walked over to the kitchen end of the cabin to cut off a little more chicken for her, heard a crumpling noise I couldn't quite identify, turned around and could see that something was missing from the groceries I'd left on the floor.  I went to the door and there she was, halfway across the meadow, with an entire loaf of French bread, still in the plastic, crossways in her mouth like a bone!  And this wasn't a little baguette.  It was one of those big, flat loaves that I'd found on the day-old rack that was cheaper than the cheapest sliced bread.  No, of course, I didn't have my camera out!

About this time it started really raining...yes, our drought seems to have been broken...so I'm sure, if she and the rest of the troop were able to tear off the plastic back at the den, they just ended up with one big dough ball.  I think she thought if I was going to start staying away for days on end she was going to get anything she could while the getting was good.  What a character.  

She was here first thing this morning and as proof that the drought is broken, I had a wet fox...

...wet grass...

...and a dish pan full of water that I caught off the roof...

Today I've been trying to catch up with my e-mail and have been exploring internet options in Boulder.  So far it seems as if Century Link has the best deal, either $29.99 a month for six months, any speed, going up to $45 at the end of six months or $34.95 for one year, any speed, going up to $45 at the end of the year plus a free modem, which it appears could cost as much as $99 otherwise.  I tried Xfinity, the new name for Comcast, and got so fed up with their phone menu and automatic call-back procedure that I went on line, but they can't beat the Century Link deal.  

I need to do something so that apartment isn't quite so cell-like.  I love to read and haven't missed T.V. here at the cabin at all, but I've been able to get the weather report, the news and stream music on the computer and before that was able to play tapes.  I had left the old radio with tape deck and all the tapes up here at the cabin thinking my sister and her husband might enjoy those if they make it out this summer.  Since I'm paid up on internet here through July I'll definitely be taking the radio and tapes back with me when I return this week.  I haven't been depressed in years so will take whatever action I can to keep it at bay.

I had gone to the Boulder library, which is literally across the street from the apartment building, on Friday and got a temporary library card--they wouldn't give me a regular card until I brought a copy of my lease in, just one of the annoyances that made last week frustrating since if I had just kept my mouth shut and let them think my permanent address was this cabin as shown on my driver's license, I could have got a permanent card with no problem since Eldora is in Boulder County--checked out three books and finished two of them before I started up yesterday.  I decided I'd return those before heading for the cabin even though they weren't due for weeks, parked in the library parking lot and found myself thoroughly confused by the parking signage as I am by all of the parking signage in Boulder...and I've lived in two very large cities...but if this makes sense to you, tell me what it means...

...First of all, it was a Sunday, so what's applicable on Sunday?  Now, Monday through Saturday, it sounds as if you can park there for up to three hours if you're not a library patron as long as you pay, but if you are a library patron, it's free for the same amount of time between 9 a.m. and 7 p.m.  What about after that?  And how do they know if you're a library patron?  And, they don't make it easy for you to pay.  There are no meters.  You have to trot over to a kiosk, put your money in, get a receipt and put it inside your car on the dash so it can be seen through the windshield.  I expect parking fees are one of the biggest money makers for the city of Boulder if for no other reason than many people simply give up understanding what they're supposed to do and go for the ticket.

I've already received a $25 parking ticket for parking in a spot on Walnut Street, the street that runs along the front of the apartment building, that the property manager told me belonged to the apartment building and was unrestricted.  Sometime after I parked my car there on Tuesday evening upon returning from Denver and the eye doctor, city workers dug a hole right at the halfway point on my car and plonked in a sign indicating parking was restricted to two hours and had to be between the signs.  Then another city worker gave me a ticket because the back end of my car was on the other side of the sign that hadn't been there when I parked!  I felt as if I was in a bad cartoon.  During a call to the city I was told that if the property manager gave me erroneous information I'd still have to pay the fine, but if she knew something about a special arrangement they didn't know about, I should have her call them.  I tried to locate her and she was on vacation until sometime this week.

What else might have left a black cloud hovering over my head?  Even though I wrote an extremely polite letter to the Director of Property Management at Boulder Housing Partners on June 25 with a copy to the office manager--who had helpfully given me a bag of ice for my eye and his card and her card the day I jettisoned into their front door--inquiring if they have liability insurance that might help pay my burgeoning medical expenses related to that fall, I have had no response. When I called a week ago, both of their recorded messages indicated they were on vacation.  I think she gets back sometime this week and he next week, so I've still not signed up for physical therapy for my rotator cuff damage and just canceled Wednesday's follow-up appointment with the physician's assistant since there was nothing for her to follow up on.

My trip to the glaucoma specialist was hot and on the return there was an accident just south of the stadium coming through Denver and a portion of the trip that should have taken ten minutes took forty-five with stop-and-go traffic traveling between zero and two miles an hour all the way.  It took almost that entire time before a patrol car responded and when I finally passed the accident, it just looked like a fender bender.  They used to call those accident delays "gaper's blocks" in Chicago.  Nothing really keeping the traffic from moving except other drivers slowing down to gape.  The pressure in both my eyes had gone up two points since my last visit so I'm now on three different glaucoma drops and have to go back to see if this combination is working the first week of August...another medical bill, another tank of gas, probably another hot trip.


I worked on this mess...

...the results of emptying my storage into this one-bedroom apartment and, early the morning of July 4, getting my huge steamer trunk and a futon delivered by my neighbor and another Eldora resident.  I got it mostly put to rights July 3rd through 5th.  I haven't taken any photos of the aftermath, but, trust me, it's vastly improved!  I've put quite a few things on the "free table" at the apartment building, taken a few others to Clutter Consignment which is just around the corner, dropped off some at Savers and Goodwill, wedged a bunch more into the storage closet and have actually been able to use some of them myself!

Here are some photos of the baker's rack after I played around with it...

That light switch presented some challenges.  I had to put the mirror, which I intended to hang behind the top, behind the bottom, so decided to hang the little palm tree print, which was narrow enough it didn't interfere with the switches, behind the top.  I kind of like it peeking through the wrought iron.  

I also had a lot more variety in the first shelf under the top originally, but the more things I unpacked the more of this bronze stemware I found so I eventually had the entire shelf filled.  You'd think I was a real party hearty girl.  I told my friend Evelyn in Phoenix once that if I had a party I'd have to invite her friends since I'm such a loner!  I actually enjoy planning a party, but would just as soon disappear once the party begins!  Did I miss my calling? Caterer?  Party planner?

I also started removing the gimp from what I call my faux faux bois chair...

I had to borrow some pliers from one of my neighbors in order to get this double layer off the chair back.  I don't recall that when I bought this chair the back was damaged, but it has been through the wars.  I brought it back in my car from Arizona two winters ago and then had it shoehorned into my storage and things had shifted when I got in there to vacate.  I had intended to paint this chair black, which might at least camouflage the soil.  I can't see going to the expense of having this "wicker" replaced and don't think I can do it myself, so expect I'll just have to live with it and I don't know how I'm going to get rid of the dried hot glue filled with gimp lint...

I really would prefer no trim on the back, but if I can't eradicate this I'll have to use something.  This is my only chair, so it is going to have to serve all purposes until I get that remedied, either by getting some of my things out of storage in Missouri or buying some additional chairs.  

It had been too hot to use the balcony--it would have been too hot anyway, but the a/c exhausts right onto the balcony, which is not much bigger than a Juliet balcony.  However, the temperature had dropped Saturday evening so I tried moving the chair out there...

...but the balcony is so narrow and the chair is so straight I felt as if I were on display in the red light district in Rotterdam.

While I've been waiting for my photos to upload, always an issue with Blogger, at least for me, I've been spray painting a few items I brought up with me with my favorite Krylon Oil Rubbed Bronze spray paint.  I couldn't think of a way or place at the apartment where I could spray paint without annoying the other residents, many of whom have ailments of some sort or another that probably would be exacerbated by paint fumes.  At least the fumes dissipate quickly here in the wide open spaces...

...the large item is a small stool that could also be used as a table and the smaller item is sort of a twiggy candle holder.  I'm also painting this frame which came with a print, actually just a note card I discovered when I took it apart, of a square-rigged ship that I liked...

I'll take photos when I get this put back together.  

It has started to rain again...and no I'm not complaining.  We have needed it so badly and I am so enjoying the cool mountain temperatures.  I had my electric blanket on high last night and had to have one space heater and a wood fire going for a bit this morning.  

In Boulder, another apartment resident finally loaned me a fan toward the end of the heat wave and has now offered to sell it to me for $10 so, although I don't have the money to spare, I'll pay it because well, Olive is 88, she and her dog Kooky are both adorable, it's a great price and the fan really made a big difference in how hot the apartment was.  I was just about ready to move my table and chair into the bedroom and set up shop right in front of the a/c before I got the fan and it still isn't what I'd call comfortable, just passable.  I noted this morning that it's going to be 95F degrees by the end of the week in Boulder so I'll be going right back into it.

So now that it's raining I'm going to start covering stool tops with fabric, which I brought with me, using the electric stapler, and then tomorrow I will have run out of excuses and will have to move the computer, figure out how to get this heavy "portable" sewing machine up on the table with one weak arm, get the bobbin filled with black thread, thread the machine, get the fabric cut for the two curtains I must make (I found two ready-made curtains I'd put in storage that fit the east and west windows that almost match this other fabric) get out the little portable iron, iron up the side seams, etc., etc.  Have been putting this off since last November!  Wonder why?  How anyone can think sewing is fun is beyond me.

More before I head back to Boulder.  Teddee