Sunday

Tomorrow calls for the food bank with Mb at oh-dark-thirty. Today has been...entertaining, at the very least.

I got up, flipped channels and ran across Crossfire Trail, a made for TV version of a Louis L'Amour westerm starring Tom Selleck. It was about five minutes in, long enough that I'd missed the credits, but could easily pick up the plot. I kept looking at his young sidekick, thinking "DAMN, he looks like Christian Kane!".

Checked IMDb during a commercial break, and lo and behold, it WAS CK. Nice twofer! The villain was Mark Harmon, while Virginia Madsen was the love interest. Rounding out the cast were assorted stalwarts, including Wilfred Brimley, Barry Corbin and Rex Linn.

I enjoyed it; as previously mentioned, I like a good Western.

Took a nap. Weird dreams I don't remember.

Got up, came downstairs, futzed around for a while. Found out Fast and Furious was coming on in five minutes---I'd seen the last few minutes of it, but I'm usually up for a Vin Diesel flick, so I settled in for that. Kept seeing Popeyes commercials, which have me craving their fried chicken. (Or chicken-fried-crack, as Mb and I call it.)

Holiday weekend, no Hoarders. No Leverage. Not sure what's on tomorrow---some holiday Mondays are loaded with great marathons, others are yawn-fests.

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Sunday

Tomorrow calls for the food bank with Mb at oh-dark-thirty. Today has been...entertaining, at the very least.

I got up, flipped channels and ran across Crossfire Trail, a made for TV version of a Louis L'Amour westerm starring Tom Selleck. It was about five minutes in, long enough that I'd missed the credits, but could easily pick up the plot. I kept looking at his young sidekick, thinking "DAMN, he looks like Christian Kane!".

Checked IMDb during a commercial break, and lo and behold, it WAS CK. Nice twofer! The villain was Mark Harmon, while Virginia Madsen was the love interest. Rounding out the cast were assorted stalwarts, including Wilfred Brimley, Barry Corbin and Rex Linn.

I enjoyed it; as previously mentioned, I like a good Western.

Took a nap. Weird dreams I don't remember.

Got up, came downstairs, futzed around for a while. Found out Fast and Furious was coming on in five minutes---I'd seen the last few minutes of it, but I'm usually up for a Vin Diesel flick, so I settled in for that. Kept seeing Popeyes commercials, which have me craving their fried chicken. (Or chicken-fried-crack, as Mb and I call it.)

Holiday weekend, no Hoarders. No Leverage. Not sure what's on tomorrow---some holiday Mondays are loaded with great marathons, others are yawn-fests.

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I am obsessed with a house in the south of France. From the first look at the first picture, I was enthralled. I've always liked Mediterranean-style houses with their terra cotta-tiled roofs and haphazard architecture of archways and alcoves. It seems so warm and inviting in the afternoon sunlight! It has seized my imagination, and I can envision making a home and a life there.

I want to move right in and bring it back to its original beauty. I want to scour the golden kitchen tiles and scrub the stove and cook a meal with luscious local produce to fortify me for tackling the rest of the house. Perhaps I can serve it in that lovely aqua blue and white tureen---after it's been well-washed.

I'm guessing that's the entryway, that room with the staircase that's been tagged. Tsk, tsk. THAT'S going to take a couple coats of Kilz to cover! Then, perhaps, a coat of soft blue, like the trim color of the doors next to the first stove picture. I'm not sure if those are stone floors or some really nasty carpet. Powerwash one or pull up the other...I think I might need to buy a power-washer outright. I'm going to need it.

I *do* love that wrought-iron bannister, though. A bit of TLC and some Rustoleum should see that right. And then, I think a mural of Paris on those two walls...blue on blue, a dreamy panorama....

Lots of cleaning and painting awaits me, inside and out. I particularly look forward to rehabilitating that patio with the arches. (There has to be a better place to store all that firewood.) That's destined to be a charming spot for dining al fresco, ringed with benches cushioned in exotic Middle-Eastern fabrics* and a big table near the grill.

The power-washer will come in handy again poolside. Drain the pool, then thoroughly blast it and the surround with bleach. Ah, how I look forward to summer afternoons happily floating in its depths, emerging at last to enjoy a refreshing beverage in the arched retreat.

I think I see rosemary growing wild in one of those courtyards. Wonderful! Chicken and potatoes with rosemary and lemon juice is simple but scrumptious!

However, there's a leaning tree that needs to be cut back or cut down completely, and that little entryway with the wall beside it needs something for an accent. I'm not sure how well annuals would do there, though, since it appears that that slope may have to contend with drainage.

Dreaming? No, it's meant to be---just look at the number plate on that vintage green Jaguar: It's got my initials on it already! Once I've got that running and the leather interior has been saddle-soaped and reconditioned within an inch of its life, it's time to explore the countryside! I'll find all the best farmer's markets so I can eat well, and prospect for interesting used pieces to furnish my dwelling so I can live well.

Adieu, mon cheres! A bientot!




* Or toile. The more I think of it, a nice blue-and-white toile sounds as if it would give the space am engaging tone.

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I am obsessed with a house in the south of France. From the first look at the first picture, I was enthralled. I've always liked Mediterranean-style houses with their terra cotta-tiled roofs and haphazard architecture of archways and alcoves. It seems so warm and inviting in the afternoon sunlight! It has seized my imagination, and I can envision making a home and a life there.

I want to move right in and bring it back to its original beauty. I want to scour the golden kitchen tiles and scrub the stove and cook a meal with luscious local produce to fortify me for tackling the rest of the house. Perhaps I can serve it in that lovely aqua blue and white tureen---after it's been well-washed.

I'm guessing that's the entryway, that room with the staircase that's been tagged. Tsk, tsk. THAT'S going to take a couple coats of Kilz to cover! Then, perhaps, a coat of soft blue, like the trim color of the doors next to the first stove picture. I'm not sure if those are stone floors or some really nasty carpet. Powerwash one or pull up the other...I think I might need to buy a power-washer outright. I'm going to need it.

I *do* love that wrought-iron bannister, though. A bit of TLC and some Rustoleum should see that right. And then, I think a mural of Paris on those two walls...blue on blue, a dreamy panorama....

Lots of cleaning and painting awaits me, inside and out. I particularly look forward to rehabilitating that patio with the arches. (There has to be a better place to store all that firewood.) That's destined to be a charming spot for dining al fresco, ringed with benches cushioned in exotic Middle-Eastern fabrics* and a big table near the grill.

The power-washer will come in handy again poolside. Drain the pool, then thoroughly blast it and the surround with bleach. Ah, how I look forward to summer afternoons happily floating in its depths, emerging at last to enjoy a refreshing beverage in the arched retreat.

I think I see rosemary growing wild in one of those courtyards. Wonderful! Chicken and potatoes with rosemary and lemon juice is simple but scrumptious!

However, there's a leaning tree that needs to be cut back or cut down completely, and that little entryway with the wall beside it needs something for an accent. I'm not sure how well annuals would do there, though, since it appears that that slope may have to contend with drainage.

Dreaming? No, it's meant to be---just look at the number plate on that vintage green Jaguar: It's got my initials on it already! Once I've got that running and the leather interior has been saddle-soaped and reconditioned within an inch of its life, it's time to explore the countryside! I'll find all the best farmer's markets so I can eat well, and prospect for interesting used pieces to furnish my dwelling so I can live well.

Adieu, mon cheres! A bientot!




* Or toile. The more I think of it, a nice blue-and-white toile sounds as if it would give the space am engaging tone.

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