The triumph of the Night Watch.

[mrissa]

Gradually, so gradually, we make it less likely that visitors to the house will be killed and eaten, or at least less likely that they will be killed and eaten accidentally. Today my dad was a Hero of the Revolution and blunted his chainsaw in the service of same: the bushes that have been trying to devour guests since we moved in are gone, gone, gone. We're not sure what will go in their place, phlox or lilacs or a combination or something else completely. But markgritter is currently bundling the corpses of the bushes so that our yard waste removal will take them away tomorrow, and the peasants rejoiced.

(Also there will be less need for me to stamp my feet on the front step in the spring to convince ducks not to nest in our front bushes. I wouldn't mind except that the dog minds immensely and makes sure the rest of us know it, and also if you have ducks nesting in your front bushes, the raccoons who eat the duck eggs don't take them far enough away to do so, and then you have a nasty mess to clean up.)

And my mom continued with her Hero of the Revolution status by wrapping up the current portion of the Beige Eradication Project: before she went out to help Dad and markgritter with yard stuff, she put the last coat of paint on the front door. It had bubbled before, so she had to peel the paint off and start again. Metal doors: I don't recommend them. It looks gorgeous now. I am so pleased. Those of you who are keen on knowing exact paint colors, it's Behr's Night Watch. (timprov held up our copy of the Terry Pratchett novel of that title when we were trying to decide. That wasn't the only reason we picked it. But.) Very dark blue. Very lovely. I have to train my brain that that color does not mean that the door is open into night, but that is not the least bit of a problem.

Much of what's left for house project stuff is less all-consuming, or at least less conversation-consuming, so I should be able to get the house ready for our Memorial weekend visitors and should be able to talk about something else. So I suspect that should be a relief for those around me. Unless the something else is the very end of the Carter Hall draft, in which case possibly not such a relief.

Comments

[skylarker.livejournal.com]

I have to train my brain that that color does not mean that the door is open into night,

My inclination would be to paint it with a starscape so that it looked more like it opened into night. But I am evil. :)

[mrissa.livejournal.com]

With as much work as it took to get it to look beautiful this way, I think it had better be a starless night. I am only barely managing to not call to the postman to go around the back as the front door is too nice to use.

[skylarker.livejournal.com]

Maybe when the newness dims and it is in common use...

[zelda888.livejournal.com]

My kitchen walls are now Morning Lake. I was almost sorry to see them put up cabinets all over my nice pretty walls that Hildaur and I worked so hard to turn into Morning Lake (i.e. very light grey).

Not very sorry; I have a milestone birthday coming up at the end of June and would very much like to have a Shindig. But Shindig absolutely requires Kitchen.

The annual battle against the chipmunks for the container plants is only just beginning...

[mrissa.livejournal.com]

Shindig really does require Kitchen, yes. Or fabulous amounts of wealth and a tent on the lawn filled with hired caterers, but even then I think I'd prefer fabulous amounts of wealth and a tent on the lawn filled with hired caterers and Kitchen. I hope you have good Shindig.