Sunday, June 4, 2017

Remodeling work continues

While I look for Minnie, the remodeling work carries on. On Monday, the guys got started building shelves in the big storage closet:


They also sprayed texture on the ceiling and walls where the fireplace used to be. (That doesn't photograph well since it's basically white on white with a few lumpy bits.) If I had the bucks right now, I'd have them scrape all the popcorn off the ceiling & just repaint it smooth, but that ain't happening.

On Tuesday the exterior trim got painted--in the nick of time, too, as you can see by the storm clouds rolling in.

That's Sister A's car. I'm still driving my Prius, Black Betty. :)


By the way, here's the hole Minnie hid in Saturday before she disappeared. I'm pretty sure the previous owner's dog was trying to dig to China. I keep checking the hole (among other places) to see if Minnie has turned up yet, but no joy.

The hole under the shed goes waaaay back.
Wednesday the big storeroom's shelves were finished and painted, and the master bath vanity got another coat of paint.



Thursday the guys started painting the interior, covering up all that gloomy dark taupe-brown.

Bedroom with new color.

Kitchen draped...

...and painted.

Entry and hall with new color.

Above, living room painted. Below, master bath and office.


Second coats went on where necessary on Friday. Also, the master bath vanity was moved into place; you can see one of the flexible pipes just over the edge of the vanity, waiting to be plugged into a faucet.

Kitchen, painted and more-or-less functional. Touch-ups to come.

Vanity in place, waiting for faucet.
I have high hopes for a mostly functioning master bath Monday.

Another thing I'd like to have working ASAFP is my mail delivery. I know there's a big pile of mail somewhere waiting for me, but I haven't been able to track it down. Maybe it was all returned to the senders. Anyway, I only just started getting mail addressed to me (as opposed to Current Resident) on Friday, after calling the post office twice about it. Part of the problem is that another Smith moved in two doors down from me at the same time and I guess that confused people. Time to get un-confused, folks!

Minnie is missing

My beautiful cat has been missing since Saturday night, May 27th.

After two weeks of confinement to the house (and, during the day, in the master bedroom closet) to keep her safe and out of the way of remodelers and all the debris in the house, I started taking Minnie out on supervised walks in the backyard. On the third walk, I turned my back for 20 seconds to take trash out to the dumpster, and when I came back into the yard, she was gone. Later, I discovered she was hiding in a huge hole dug out under the shed (the previous owners had a pit bull). I tried to lure her out with treats, but she wouldn't budge. I couldn't reach in and get her, either, the way the hole was situated--only a small critter like a cat could squeeze in there. Late into the night, I kept trying to talk her out, but finally had to give up and let her sleep outside. It wouldn't be the first time. I set a lawn table under my bedroom window for her to jump up on and meow at me, then went to bed.

The next morning, I went out to the shed hole to try to coax Minnie out. I held my smartphone at the mouth of the hole to shoot video of the hole so I could see if she was still in there. She wasn't--sometime during the night, she had left the yard entirely. I walked up and down the alley calling for her, up and down the block, got in my car and crawled along every street in the neighborhood--still no luck. I looked for little bodies on or around the two busy streets nearest my house--thank goodness, no luck there, either.

It's been a week now. I've put her picture up everywhere I can think of and checked the local Animal Shelter, even their "dead animal" book (didn't know they had one). I put water outside for her, and set her litter box outside for her to smell when people suggested it. Had to bring it in when the weather turned wet, though.

That's the bad thing. We've had some high winds and rain this week and she's scared of storms. So I really hope she's been taken in by some nice person. The alternative is rather awful.

She might come back--it's only been a week. Other cats have strayed and come back after that length of time or longer. She didn't know this neighborhood at the time she left, but maybe she got enough of a scent of our backyard Saturday to find it again, eventually. I'll just have to wait and see.

Here are the pix I put on Facebook and sent to the Animal Shelter. She's a long-haired calico, but more brindle-pattern, about 12 years old. She has a splotch of white on her nose & mouth, golden eyes, four white feet (gloves on the front paws, high stockings on the back legs), a white bib and tummy, and a plume of a tail.