Ron has cleared out the red bedroom – the one full of stuff we don’t know where to put, with walls all wreaked and a falling-down part on the ceiling. We couldn’t take it any more. We’re not fixing the room completely, just doing what we need to make it usable for a couple-three years or so. Certainly more usable that some of the finished rooms…
So, we picked a straw to go on the wall, after priming. That god-awful red is gone in most places. Ron is in the next room muttering something about possibly over-compensating for the dark red, but it will look really nice.
We also ran a LOT of errands, picking up things we needed, getting other stuff done, and one run to the local pork farm we kept meaning to stop in at. All antibiotics free, raised by Mennonites local pig. We had some of the sausage patties for lunch, and I’m still wishing I had cooked more. Yum yum! And it was a decent price. Got two pork roasts for Christmas dinner too – I’ll stuff one and do the other plain.
I’m still slogging through my chapter editing, one left to go. Some take all day because I get in a bit of a tizzy in some places. It’s 20% writing, 80% staring at the screen wondering what to say. When I complain, Ron cheerfully reminds me I wanted to do this.
Emma’s also thinking of writing a letter to Santa, saying she doesn’t want him to bring her anything, he can give it to the poor instead. That doesn’t count for present from relatives, however. She’s thinking about writing a blog post for that like her sisters do. But it’s a very short list (lego) and she doesn’t want anyone to spend too much.