An accidental addition

Thursdays are my volunteer days. I go to work, then drive to the library to shelve books and help people out for a couple of hours. It’s a routine. I like it.

This past Thursday rocked my routine. We’d just finished an inspection at work, so I was outside, getting some fresh air in between rain storms. A co-worker had been walking outside as well so we started talking and he said he heard a cat. I waved him off, thinking it was a bird. But the sound persisted and I started the search for this cat, or bird,  or catbird.

Nestled under a small bush, I spotted small flecks of white and brown. Then the eyes found me. “Jeff, it is a cat!” I said to him. He went in to grab a box and towel and I kept an eye on her. Rain started to come down, and soon enough, Jeff came with a box. I’m not sure what happen to mom, or any of her siblings, (another co-worker said she saw this cat alone in the early morning hours as well), but mom taught her some good survival skills before they were separated. She darted around me when I tried to pick her up and bolted towards the parking garage. Luckily, she’s so young she ended up cornering herself. Jeff tried to grab her but she hissed, which made him recoil, leaving her to run past him. I quickly darted in front of her before she could head out into the main road, and Jeff was able to pick her up. At this point, she was tired and scared. She smooshed herself into the corner of the box as much as she could and gave a couple more hisses.

Luckily, this happened to be right around quitting time, so I was able to take her home at that moment.

Fast forward to Friday – we luckily also already had an appointment with the vet for our dogs so we took the crew over and got her squeezed in for an appointment as well. The vet thought her to be around five weeks old, she weighed around 450 grams (less than a pound), and was slightly dehydrated but healthy otherwise. They were able to help her go to the bathroom and eat, and all the vet techs paraded her around the building.

She’s now back home and doing wonderfully. She’s already figured out how to jump out of a large box, so her home is now our office, until she gets a bit bigger (and is formally introduced to our other cat). Our dogs are smitten with her and I believe they already think of her as a little sister.

Things rarely turn out how you have them planned, and usually things come at the worst timing. We are working on putting our house up for sale, which means a few projects to finish and tons of packing and cleaning. This is not the easiest time to raise a kitten, but I wouldn’t ever give her up for convenience.

So without further ado, here is little Edith:

 

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And it wouldn’t be fair to post pics of only the new kitty. Frasier is our other cat. He’s mostly a backyard cat, no matter the conditions, as you can see. When we had more cats, he loved to be around them, so I’m hoping he’ll take to little Edith well. Here’s hoping.

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And…

And I’m still not done with the house. I feel like I’ve been lazy at finishing this project, and I hate when I was doing so well, going so fast, and then a couple of things derail me and now I’m feeling like my house will always have spots of blue on it. I know this isn’t true but it starts to feel that way and I start to get antsy. A few things have come up (was out of town for four days, friend moved into our house, found out I have way more training to do than I thought I did, so I’ve been trying to wrap my head around that), yada yada. Hopefully this weekend shouldn’t stop me from finishing the house. I have only a small portion left on the south/southwest side (it’s just been hard to get to because it gets sun when I’m home) and a small portion on the north side (Hubs is going to have to climb onto the roof to paint the chimney but 1-he hates heights and 2-he hates painting – so I’m going to buy him lots of beer for afterwards). Once those two sections are done (it’s probably only about 200sq feet total left to do), then I’ll be moving onto trim.

I at least did find a trim color…I think. The two that I’m looking at are practically the same so I’ll tell you the one that I’m leaning towards, and that I can remember the name of. It’s called Stonewashed by Behr. It’s a good neutral white without being too…WHITE! When the house was blue, the trim was blue as well and the house kind of got lost in itself. Trimming out the windows gives it a little more distinction, especially since we have a handful of half-moon shaped windows that add a little uniqueness to the architecture of the house.

stonewashedWe are both getting the itch to get out and travel, but I feel like the right thing to do is just finish this ASAP so we can get it done. I hate having projects open and waiting to be finished for too long.

Earlier I stated that we have a new roommate. Unfortunately, his rent skyrocketed so he’ll be staying with us until he can figure out what his next housing venture should be. Here in Austin, if you can scrape up the cash, and you plan on sticking around, it’s better to buy right now. We pay slightly less than we did renting. And we own the home. Of course, it comes with the cost of renovation, but that’s our choice. Either way, he’ll be at the house, which means we have some rearranging to do as far as storage goes. I love our little house, but it seriously lacks in storage (not even a single linen closet), so we’ll be getting creative in the garage and attic and office closet this weekend when we’re not painting.

Not trying to get too philosophical here, but I think a key to true happiness is to stay flexible and open to things. Situations change and flex and the best way to not get upset is to expect the change. Expect things to be different than how you see it happening in your head. Even if a situation isn’t how I expected it to be, I find myself enjoying where I am if I just embrace whatever comes at me. Even if it’s things like rearranging a closet. If I go into it with a great attitude (this will give us so much more space!) instead of dreading it (I hate organizing!), then the project immediately starts off on a better foot.

So embrace whatever comes at you, enjoy the ride, and remember, nothing lasts forever, nothing stays the same, so embrace the And…

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Making new out of old

I love finding an old piece of furniture and  making it new again. Going to garage sales or consignment shops can deliver an assortment of finds, and you never know what you’ll discover. I’d bought a mirror years ago from a garage sale for $5. It was okay, just a plain silver mirror. After we moved to TX, I finally decided to hang it, but wanted to paint it first, to give it a pop of color on the wall. I think it only took a single can of paint. $4 to completely change the look of this mirror.

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I was at a consignment shop recently, looking for some shirts, when I decided to venture over to the furniture, to see what they had. Usually there’s a lot of junk, but once in a while, you find something good. This time was one of them. I’d been on the hunt for a side table for our living/entrance area. Something to fill in some space, add some decor and a place to show off some pictures. Well, lo and behold, today was going to be one of my lucky days. I found an old 80’s style veneered side table for $12.99. It seemed solid except for a couple legs that just needed some tightening, so I grabbed it. The husband and I both agreed it’d look great as a mustard yellow, to go with the coral and blues in the house.

I think the results turned out pretty great. We painted it with two cans of paint. I tried to protect it with a lacquer but the spray lacquer left an unevenness on the top that I didn’t like, so I’ll be buying a can of varnish later to finish it up to give it protection and shine.