Life at № 42 by E.M. Coutinho
I’ve been quiet because I’ve been doing stuff. On occasion my mind becomes exceedingly unpleasant. Critical and negative, to an almost crippling degree. This has been one of those periods. To counter that, I do things. Lots of things. I’ve finally started ordering my dressing room. By colour. Like all the other normal happy people do.
But I had to stop because I don’t have enough wooden hangers, and so I’m waiting for more to arrive. So I moved on to sanding the windows in the landing. The wood looks like walnut.
Then I got distracted, so I took down a door that also needs sanding and painting.
And here’s a glimpse at the apartment we’re working on now:
In the end we decided we’re putting in new floors and a new kitchen, but leaving the floor plan as it is.
I’ve been limiting myself to a glass of wine p/ day since right before Mike’s hip surgery. I do not feel better in any way. The same way I don’t feel any better for not smoking since March of last year. Some days I give myself my glass of wine with dinner, other days I have it in the afternoon outside. The weather has been excellent. Like summer. Today it’s 27º C in Mazamet. Another Indian Summer in the Tarn.