Ended up, we survived the in-law visit. I was even (!) a bit sad to see them go. Well, until about an hour later when the Cap'n told me that according to those more perfect than we, it has been evaluated that we live in utter chaos and our little boy needs to be on a set eating schedule. Well, you try to spend 12 hours a day painting the outside of the motel and see how often you get to do the laundry, dishes, or to check in on the highly experienced woman who is tending to your child, and whom you assume will procure the necessary nourishment at the appropriate time. What-freakin-ever. The Cap'n did score serious points by sticking up for me and our chaotic family unit on multiple occaisions, and for that I thank him.
The good news is that we got the place painted and the difference is simply astounding. Pride! I feel pride when I see it shine! People's first impressions have clearly made a marked improvement. Which isn't surprising. The owners of the place from 1956-1992 stopped by to roll their eyes at the previous owners' neglect and tell us that the last time it was painted was probably 20 years ago, and it really did show.
Oh, and in the process we got a power washer. And now the Cap'n is threatening to power wash everything from the car, to the dogs, cats, and even me. They are damned impressive things. The power! The washing! It seriously just blasts away all the bad. I wish that it either didn't cost $300, or we hadn't bought it now, at the beginning of the Autumn slump, but I was frankly outnumbered. And then given lists upon lists by no fewer than three people of items on the property that could and downright should be washed on a regular basis.
In other news, it seems that I've agreed to attempt to post every day for the month of November, and although I know the blog police won't hunt me down if I fail, I'm honestly going to make a sincere effort. I miss the days when my mind was actively constructing stories and perspectives, and I know it's just a matter of practice to get it going again. My further hope is that it will force me to carve out some time each day to do something creative for myself, which will naturally evolve into me making artwork once again. And perhaps put some happy life into this thing again. Because, man, I re-read this thing lately and holy kamoly, I sound pretty freakin depressed, no?