More plink
by Zia ~ August 24th, 2004. Filed under: Books, House.Steve had already put down a pot to catch the leak from the skylight by the time I awoke to a lovely Seattle gloom. Not, alas, before the library’s copy of Martin Dressler got pretty damp. (V. good: it has the feel of a classic, reminded me of Gatsby, captures a forgotten age and innocence. Highly recommend even though ending disappointing but inevitable.)
We also seem to have a cat who belongs to a neighbor, but streaks inside whenever we open the door. Fluffy and affectionate, he sits on Steve’s lap on the porch swing blithely ignoring the “Here, Kitty, Kitty” issuing from two houses over.
Tonight, off to kill more brain cells and finish stripping the paint off the dining room floor. Sigh.