GRAB YOUR COAT. . . . . .

This is such an obscure reference title I'm tempted to see if any of the 3 people who regularly read this blog (okay, there may be 10) have any idea where it comes from.  But I know the answer would be "no".  So I'll just give it up.   Again, from the vast wealth of influence in my life that was the music my dad used to listen to. . . . . the song was "The Sunny Side of the Street."  And the artists for the rendition that runs in my head were The Kirby Stone Four.   They also brought forth "The I-Had-A-Dream-Dear Rock" on the same album (remember albums?) and that song was arranged by me for elementary chorus and performed many times during my 32 year teaching career.   And here I am veering far from the topic in the first paragraph.  It's a wonder that anyone decides to read these missives to the end!  Heck, it's a wonder I could hold down a teaching job!


Anyway. . . . . .The Sunny Side of the Street.    Yesterday I was gray, gray, gray. Today the sun is peeking through.  I actually smiled big and wide today and nobody was there to see it.  But I will post pictures of what caused it.   All in good time. . . . . 


Here at the end of the day I'm feeling better.   Another rather iffy day. . .no workout.  But I think I've turned a big corner and it feels great.  A little less gray in my world.  A little more sun.


Went to the Crappy Little House and saw (surprise!) my old buddies Al and Ronnie from framing days.  Did not expect them.  They were hard at work building the frames and hanging the interior doors.  When I saw them I didn't exactly understand what they were doing, but when I got back later after they were done, was I thrilled.  I have pictures to show you (hold your horses. . . they're coming!).  


Went to Lowes to order some more carpet and another box of master bath floor tiles, and to pick up the tile for the laundry room and the second bathroom.  Stopped by a tile shop to see what their selection was.  Fun shopping but too many choices.  Give me three choices and I can tell you what I want.  Give me 729 choices and I can't function. 


Met Sandy for our regular Thursday-afternoon-at-three-o'clock glass of wine at the Afton Mountain Winery.  Sandy, aka Thelma, and I have not seen each other much since our trip.  We had a lot of catching up to do. What a gift to have a local BFF to laugh and cry with.   I feel sorry for men, who don't seem to have this luxury.  I don't know how I would get through my life without it.   So anyway. . . catch up we did.  For almost 2 hours, but still only one glass of wine.  Because we made a pact and we're sticking to it.


It was getting towards dusk as I swung by the Crappy Little House.  I needed to unload the tiles and a light fixture.  And I went inside and there they were.   The interior doors I had picked out.  The ones I had forgotten all about.  But they were in and they are wonderful.

Now I have no idea why this style of door makes me so happy, but when I saw this I just broke out into the biggest grin!!!  And it felt good to smile.  Like the sun was coming out.  But only figuratively.   Actually the sun was setting.  But you get the picture.

Here is the den/second bedroom with the French doors in place.  They will be able to stay completely open when I need a bigger living room. . . like when book club meets.  When I have company, they will close up and make a bedroom.  Love these!

A shot from where the kitchen will be towards the front door.  Door to the right of the front door is the mud room/laundry.  The boxes are the kitchen cabinets.  The "lumber" is the moldings for the baseboards.  

Laminate floors in.  Hard to tell, but they are really pretty.  I fooled around with the lighting on the picture after the fact and still don't think this is a great picture, but it was getting dark when I took it.  The door is to the screen porch and there you see the triple windows looking out to the back from the living room.

This is much greener than the house really looks.   But I have been unable to get a good picture of the color because the brightness of the sky fools with the camera in the IPhone.  So I doctored this a little.  But you kind of get the idea.


This stage of the operation is fun.  I have to admit it.  And each day as I feel better physically and emotionally it will be funner and funner!!!  :)  


Grab your coat, and get your hat!
Leave your worries on the doorstep
Just direct your feet
To the sunny side of the street.


Don't you hear the pitter pat?
You know that happy tune is your step
Life can be so sweet 
On the sunny side of the street.


I'm getting there!!!