Elvis update.

We stopped Elvis’s chemo treatment back in November… Paul said it was time.

The effects of the chemo had become compounded; it took longer for her to recover every time and I found myself in an uncomfortable place where I was doing math to gauge the quality of her life: # bad days + # ok days + # good days = time to go back for more chemo.

Wow. This is totally fascinating… keep reading.

Giant Fancy Things… cheaper than therapy.

I had told Paul that the weekend after New Year’s would be dedicated to GETTING ORGANIZED… I do this periodically: announce that THIS will be the weekend I get my life under control.

As with all my life-control projects, I was gangbusters at first.

I began a frenzy of organizational malice and misdirection— creating a disaster of the one thing that was arguably fine in this house, while also treating Elvis to one of her favorite activities: exploring places previously not available to her.

I’m decorating our old Victorian house via CRAIGSLIST… I particularly love antique bookcases— the bigger, the fancier, the better! Come take a tour and see all the Giant Fancy Things I’ve salvaged!

Wow. This is totally fascinating… keep reading.

Let’s end the year with some rusty auction fanciness!

A while ago, I wrote a post titled The Auction Olympics; about a day I drove back-and-forth between two separate auction houses, each running multiple auctions, all with totally unpredictable and variable timetables.

Since then, I have embraced the absentee bid.

Not only did my ten-hour bidding-marathon eradicate the thrill-of-the-unknown-with-a-whiff-of-danger-in-the-form-of-possible-bankruptcy-and-divorce, it also forced me to acknowledge that I am someone who cannot be trusted in an adrenaline-fueled state.

Scored these antique urns at auction! Brought them inside to decorate our Victorian home for Christmas… take a holiday tour and see all my decorating ideas!

my garland (similar here) makes me fear that next is wood-slice crafts

Wow. This is totally fascinating… keep reading.