SHERWIN WILLIAMS SUNRISE

NO! That is NOT a new paint color. That was our Saturday morning waiting at the front door for them to open.

On Friday afternoon we pulled up to the house just as they'd started to paint the darker accent trim. The color was all wrong. Not WRONG-WRONG, but "WE CHOSE THE WRONG COLOR WRONG."

So, early Saturday we left the motel in Gordon and drove 34 miles east to get another paint color.

Long story short......no......long nightmare short, we are crossing our fingers that the 6th color sample is OK 'cause I'm done pick'n. There's not enough red wine in Italy to keep me from pulling out my hair. Dang those daathisons. We theem to thuck at it.


Nervous Nellie

DETHISINS

DECISIONS.........DECISIONS..........DECISIONS!

"YOU WANT THIS? YOU WANT THAT?
YOU WANT SHINY OR FLAT?"

IT'S MAKING ME SEE DOUBLE VISION!

THE ANGST MAKES ME EAT,
GRABBING ANYTHING SWEET.

JUST HOPING TO EASE MY GREAT TENSION.

MY MIDDLE IS THICKER,
NOT GOOD FOR THE TICKER.

BUT WHAT THE HECK DO I CARE?

I DRINK MY RED WINE,
DOESN'T HELP THE WAISTLINE.

BUT IT KEEPS ME FROM PULLING MY HAIR!

KEEP POURING THE WINE,
IT MAKES EVERYTHING FINE!

DICISONS...........DETHISINS..........DAASHISINS!!!!!!!





Signing off for Nellie. She fell out of the chair and I had to put her to bed.


Tex

STOP ME!

Tex and I are shopping for furniture for the ranch house. Somebody better rein me in quickly. This is the dining table we are going to buy. If you look closely, you may be able to detect a teensy, tiny, itsy-bitsy Lone Star carved on the back of the chairs. Hey, I scaled it back! I took those chairs from a table that had the Lone Star on a big square at the top of the table legs. I paired them with this table which has NO Lone Star. I promise, this is the end of the kitchty. I know, I know, that isn't a word. But, it is now because I say so. It means "Texas Tacky." Don't panic....I am not buying the center piece. Now, THAT is just plain tacky! You can't see much of it, but the rug is ours, too. Whew, no Lone Star there!

This is a bed for an upstairs guest room. You can look as long as you want. No Lone Star.

Here's the bed for the other guest room. Look.......no Lone Star! That's the pillow sham of the bedding I am going to use for this room.

In case you don't believe me, look, it is NOT kitchty.

Just a bit of advice for anybody who is thinking about building a house. Do NOT.....I repeat.....DO NOT build a house and make decisions when the temp creeps up over 100 degrees. Your brain gets fried and you do dumb things. After 4 hours in the heat last week I told the electrician to hang 100 watt bulbs in the center of every room because I couldn't decide what went where. On Friday, in another heat induced cerebral meltdown, I told Tremendously Talented Travis (the cabinet man) to just do cinder block and boards for everything.

When we left the ranch we wandered down the road and went to get some B-B-Q for lunch. Next door was a place that makes furniture. I saw this Lone Star chair and begged Tex to buy it for me. It is perfect for the front porch. He said he'd think about it.

Nervous Nellie

THE LONE RANGER

.....and the Lone Star. Last week Tex galloped out to the ranch solo. I can't remember why I didn't go. I can't remember much lately. He couldn't wait to check on the Lone Star. Not really. He needed to go out for some reason. (Read sentence three, or is it sentence four?)

Can you spot it?

Can you see it now?

How about in this picture? See it?

It's the front door! We have a Texas Lone Star in the door. I promise.....that is as kitchty as we're gonna get. Is kitchty even a word?

Here it is after the glass was installed. That thang is so heavy it took these two big boys to put it in.

Now, all I need is a doorbell that plays "Deep in the Heart of Texas." Is that the name of the song or is it just a line. (See third or fourth sentence of this post.)

Tex and I did go out to the ranch yesterday to meet with the electrician. Mercy, mercy. It is so hot here. We met at 8:00 AM to try to beat the heat. After four hours I was saying, "I really don't give a flip. Just put a 100 watt bulb on a chain in the center of the room and I'm fine. Oh, and light up the outside like Times Square so I can see the snakes when I go out at night."

Nothing new to show you from the trip yesterday. The metal roof is on the lot waiting to be put on after they paint the trim after I pick out the trim color from a one inch square sample without a sample of the stone we are going to use. Wish me luck!

Nervous Nellie

HALF-WAY HOUSE

I'm in the Hell Hole at the Half-Way House. In one week we went from this:

To this:

It's not's so bad, is it? Looks like a nice place to live. A two-bedroom apartment with two baths. Hey, I have MY OWN bathroom here which I didn't have in my house. We keep the door to the Hell Hole closed. I'm in the Hell Hole right now sitting in the chair you see by the keyboard. My "desk" is made up of two card tables put together at the left. Don't ask me what is in those boxes that we JUST HAD TO HAVE HERE. See the sleeping bag on top of the boxes? Ya'll are welcome to come visit. We'll roll out the sleeping bag for you! But, you have to sleep in the Hell Hole.

Nervous Nellie

HOLY MOLY!

What a difference a month makes! Tex and I hadn't been out to the ranch in a month. If you haven't kept up, see last post and you'll find out what was occupying our time. My bruises from packing and moving are finally fading. When we drove up Post Oak Road, this is what we saw through the trees.

What a view through the front door. Do we really need a door?

These pictures were taken from my iPhone. Before we left on Friday, I charged the battery for my camera and left it in the charger back at the apartment. This move has damaged more brain cells and I didn't have many good ones to spare.

Nervous Nellie sitting in her window.

Looking through the dining room windows.

This is the view from the hallway above. Thankfully, this time we were able to go up the stairs! The scaffolding is still in the same place where Tex shimmied up to the peak last time we were out there. Friday evening as we stood inside looking out this window a baby aoudad sheep was staring back at us.

Somewhere in the distance in this picture is I-20. When we were driving home it was so exciting to see the speck on the bluff that is our house under construction. When the metal roof is on, it will be even more prominent. Before we always had to guess just where we were on the bluff. Now we know!

Nervous Nellie

P.S. For some reason, in recent posts, the last paragraphs run together with my sign-off. I don't know how to fix this and my previous blog manager has tried to help me out with this problem. Guess it will be a permanent quirk on this blog. Just know that I've tried!