Oh my, you can't imagine all the time and energy I've been spending on this kitchen. I have spent the last weeks working on it, scratching off hot glue with my fingernails. Coming up with something else. Try this, doesn't work, cross it off the list. And on and on it goes.
No Six On Saturday features today. I don't have the time or energy today to go touring through Blog Land.
And secondly, my daughter is picking me up in less than an hour so I can go see my grandson Andrew, who just this week has learned to walk. And that takes precedence over everything else.
I think I have ironed out what I'm going to do for the counter tops and back splash. But it will take a bit more time, and I'm waiting on some tile decals (faux tile) from India.
Thursday I was in the middle of painting. Realized I needed a little table to put my gallon paint can on. Went into the living room, grabbed a table. And wouldn't you know it? I forgot that I had a huge glass cylinder full of marbles on the lower shelf of that table that I didn't see.
Yes, broken into a million pieces. Dogs in the middle of it. I'm in the midst of a paint job and need to hurry before the paint dries.
I don't know how, but marbles and glass went around the corner into the kitchen and into every room in this apartment.
I'll probably be finding marbles and glass for months.
There I was trying to pick marbles out of glass splinters. Luckily I came away with only one cut. Add that to my tattered fingers from scraping off hot glue with my fingernails.
But let me tell you a story about those marbles, and why I cherish them.
Before I left Tyler, Texas, I had hundreds of marbles in my gardens decorating the top of the soil. Over the years, dirt had covered many. So I had to dig them back out.
I had originally found most of them while digging for my gardens in the first place. I guess a child played with them back there or something at some point in time.
I was determined that after digging all of them out of the soil there, that I wasn't leaving them behind.
They were little treasures I dug up. And I had to leave SO much behind. But for some reason I just can't explain, I wasn't going to leave my marbles.
Someone who lived there before me "lost their marbles" and I felt duty-bound to take care of them. They were going with me across the state line.
So I'm off to see Andrew and rest myself just a little bit. Because I have plenty more work ahead of me.