So…it is done.
4.5 months of renovations.
My work is DONE! *happy dancing*
Yes, if you just pictured my red hair flying around, my boobs bouncing and my toes tapping…pretty fucking accurate picture! I’ve mudded walls. Sanded. Primed. Stripped wallpaper. Painted woodwork. Painted walls. Special treated walls. Organized. Designed a closet system. Organized. Scrubbed, cut, built, nailed, hung….you name it, I’ve done it.
I live in a very big, very old house, just a dozen years or so shy of its 200th year. There are always projects to be done. Always. And this year we did our three most popular “public” rooms (as opposed to bedrooms). And Friday I finished the last one for this year.
Now I have time on my hands. A very dirty house, since I did the last room in a mammoth push, in 9 days. Yes. Nine. I worked 7-8 hours on the renovation, then 3 hours at work, every weekday. Crazy. But it’s done. And it is glorious, this final room. Now I have time to read blogs. To write again. My mind isn’t swirling with timetables. Thanksgiving is still 10, 11 days away, and I have time to manage it without panicking.
Life, ah, it is good. (even with all that crud under the bathroom sink on the floor. Why am I the only one who sees this ??)
So…here it is, Saturday very late. And I can’t get ahold of my Master for my orgasm. I was supposed to play a Dom version of spin the bottle and maybe get an O.
And I think He fell asleep early.
And I can’t just *take* the O…dammit.
So I was talking to a friend on facebook…and telling her about my day today in Maine (it was a glorious Saturday in Maine!) and all the craft fairs my MIL and I went to…and the very last place was an alpaca farm.
I am a yarn-a-holic…and they had some gorgeous gorgeous yarns…and yes, I came home with some. Not tons…it is pricey stuff….but neat to see it outside on the hoof, so to speak, then come inside and fondle the goods. Alpaca wool is super soft, and has no lanolin, which some people are allergic to, I guess. And as I was talking to her about this wonder of yarn, she called me Obi-yarn. Which cracked me the fuck up.
I like it. 🙂
And now I’m wishing I’d brought it up to my room, since it is obvious an orgasm isn’t in my future tonight. *frownyface*
I’ll bet this will all just make Master smile, knowing He got me all twisted up and needy. Kinda like that alpaca yarn. (in the next circle of my life, when my kids are older, I want to learn to spin. Yes, on a spinning wheel, not in an exercise class!)
During my 3 hour drive home, I got a few ideas for stories. And that always makes me happy. Something that I’ll have time to work on now that all my other big things are done. And on that drive, got to see a glorious Autumn sunset…snapped a few pix with my phone….note that all the deciduous trees are leafless…thanks to Hurricane Sandy…(if only she’d blown mine out of my yard! Alas she did not..instead, I got some of my neighbors!)
And with that, I’m going to stfu, and go to bed. ‘night peeps…catch ya Monday!