Seapasture, here we don't come!

Well, that didn't work out. Spent a very hot afternoon getting kitchen cabinets and countertop organized, bedroom closets and drawers organized. Only one fan in the house--I have seen it working but neither Bob nor I could get it to turn on--and no breeze through the windows. I got so overheated I got in the pool with Ava while Bob was walking the goats. I couldn't even get into a bathing suit I was soooo sticky.

All day we aired out Bedroom 1, which reeked of cigarette smoke. Bob said it wasn't like that before, so we figure Marty must have spent the whole night in there chain-smoking and packing. I could tell that by bedtime it would still be unbearable. Smells bother me--once over here the smell of detergent on the sheets woke me up and kept me awake until I figured out what it was!

Bedroom 2 has a rip in the screen on the window right at the head of the bed. The cats use it to enter and exit the house. They hunt lizards. Say no more.

Ava and I packed our prissy selves up and came back here, where there is a strong breeze ripping through the house, lotsa fans, and a barrier between us and the great outdoors all night long. AND I got to watch another three episodes of BIG LOVE that Bob has downloaded for me.

Bob will fix the screen today while I swiffer the walls and wash the curtains of Bedroom 1. We have invited two other couples over for dinner tonight so there will also be shopping and cooking. Ava's been out in the yard stalking a small family of cattle --not often we find cows lolling and grazing inside our fence--and climbing on top of the jeep, which she is NOT supposed to do but by ignoring that I bought a few minutes on the computer.

Happy Tuesday, all!