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I went into work for a few hours this morning. Normally I don't work on Fridays, but my boss let me short Monday and Tuesday to find and collect Apple, and go in this morning instead. Work itself went well - I got things done, which is always nice.
Then I headed over to the upholstery place I'd picked, and talked with them about the chair. Mom's chair, I think of it as, because for years she was the one who sat in it - loved it, had it reupholstered, loved it some more. It's dirty and worn again. I threw fits the first time she had it reupholstered. I was still too young to accept that the worn patches meant it had to be redone; I didn't want it different. I feel something of the same now, but if her health had been better, I suspect it might have already been redone again. I did ask them to preserve the back panel for me, though; it's in better shape than the rest and I am hoping I can use it for a bag or a pillow. Now it is a waiting game since they have to order the fabric I picked. It is like enough to what's on there for there to be continuity, for it to feel to me like the same chair, but only that. I like it; a fairly pretty design, with some purple in it, which was not the case in the last one. I think Mom would have liked it. That wasn't a criteria in my selection (which is fortunate, perhaps: this was the only fabric I saw that I truly liked, and I looked at a lot of fabrics - but I really like this one a lot). But even though it wasn't a requirement or even something I sought - I take comfort in the thought that Mom might have liked it.
'Tis the weekend for spending money, I suppose. Or at least thinking about spending money. The man who will probably do our furniture for the living room (two custom pieces to fit exactly in the spaces involved) will be out Sunday afternoon to measure and discuss what will fit style-wise with the other furniture already here.
(Why are we just now adding these? Simple: before, the computer room was upstairs. And this is fine, except I want to spend more time with the cats, and that room's not really the best for opening to them. So if we can make a space for the computers downstairs, I think that is the better answer.)
Then I ran a variety of errands. As I was driving home, I got caught in rush hour traffic and weather. It was worth it for the weather. Pouring rain, big splats, and then for a while hail, lots and lots albeit small. Lovely. And then more rain. Sometimes splats just shy of sleet, sometimes little razor droplets, sometimes gone. Once, I watched a wall of heavy rain that looked like mist slowly cross an intersection toward me, and then actually start falling on the car quite heavily.
There was a double rainbow as I drove along Elligsen, so strong that the bottom one was stunningly bright and visible even in front of the trees near the ground, and the upper one was fully formed, not a partial arc. Stunning. I took some photographs, but they only half-heartedly capture it. Photos are up on Flickr, though.
One small bit of not-ideal, but not a disaster either: first introduction of Babe to Apple, through a cracked door. While Apple was on the bathroom counter, Babe went on her hind legs and they batted paws at each other, quietly, almost playfully. But when Apple came down to the floor and peered out at Babe, Babe went into full yowl-snarl mode. Without any fluffing or much tail-twitching, but she did swat the door a good one. Sigh. We'll see!
Then I headed over to the upholstery place I'd picked, and talked with them about the chair. Mom's chair, I think of it as, because for years she was the one who sat in it - loved it, had it reupholstered, loved it some more. It's dirty and worn again. I threw fits the first time she had it reupholstered. I was still too young to accept that the worn patches meant it had to be redone; I didn't want it different. I feel something of the same now, but if her health had been better, I suspect it might have already been redone again. I did ask them to preserve the back panel for me, though; it's in better shape than the rest and I am hoping I can use it for a bag or a pillow. Now it is a waiting game since they have to order the fabric I picked. It is like enough to what's on there for there to be continuity, for it to feel to me like the same chair, but only that. I like it; a fairly pretty design, with some purple in it, which was not the case in the last one. I think Mom would have liked it. That wasn't a criteria in my selection (which is fortunate, perhaps: this was the only fabric I saw that I truly liked, and I looked at a lot of fabrics - but I really like this one a lot). But even though it wasn't a requirement or even something I sought - I take comfort in the thought that Mom might have liked it.
'Tis the weekend for spending money, I suppose. Or at least thinking about spending money. The man who will probably do our furniture for the living room (two custom pieces to fit exactly in the spaces involved) will be out Sunday afternoon to measure and discuss what will fit style-wise with the other furniture already here.
(Why are we just now adding these? Simple: before, the computer room was upstairs. And this is fine, except I want to spend more time with the cats, and that room's not really the best for opening to them. So if we can make a space for the computers downstairs, I think that is the better answer.)
Then I ran a variety of errands. As I was driving home, I got caught in rush hour traffic and weather. It was worth it for the weather. Pouring rain, big splats, and then for a while hail, lots and lots albeit small. Lovely. And then more rain. Sometimes splats just shy of sleet, sometimes little razor droplets, sometimes gone. Once, I watched a wall of heavy rain that looked like mist slowly cross an intersection toward me, and then actually start falling on the car quite heavily.
There was a double rainbow as I drove along Elligsen, so strong that the bottom one was stunningly bright and visible even in front of the trees near the ground, and the upper one was fully formed, not a partial arc. Stunning. I took some photographs, but they only half-heartedly capture it. Photos are up on Flickr, though.
One small bit of not-ideal, but not a disaster either: first introduction of Babe to Apple, through a cracked door. While Apple was on the bathroom counter, Babe went on her hind legs and they batted paws at each other, quietly, almost playfully. But when Apple came down to the floor and peered out at Babe, Babe went into full yowl-snarl mode. Without any fluffing or much tail-twitching, but she did swat the door a good one. Sigh. We'll see!
