Kitty litter

I ran to the beach this morning. It’s really nice how people have kept the beach and the area around more or less natural. It isn’t like going to a park. It’s like, just going to the beach. So I got there and I spied an older woman with four midget dogs and what appeared to be two kittens, playing around in a group in the sand. I couldn’t resist. So I got closer and sure enough, there were two cats who for some reason were sticking close by and two pairs of dogs, roped to each other by four foot leashes. The most energetic dog was roped to the fat blind dog, and the two more mannered dogs were roped together. And they were all going around in a group sniffing and digging and walking on logs. It was almost the most bizarre thing I have ever seen, and yet the most tender thing I have ever seen as well. I just stopped and sat down and watched them all. The kittens were rescues and they were being patented by the dogs. That’s why they stuck around. The owner was cleaning out their cage that she brought them down in. I’ve seen dogs leashes together before, but I forgot how ingenius it is. One always listens a little better and keeps the other one close to the owner. And neither can get anywhere fast. And the owner doesn’t have to closely watch them! They sort of inherently watch themselves. It seemed like a metaphor to me.

The en courage r

It was my nature. I encouraged people. So when I see people not encouraging each other, and rather backstabbing or gossiping or slandering, I rip people to shreds. You don’t see the beauty in someone else? Fine then I’ll make you see it. And trust me, it’s going to hurt.

If there is a problem, fix it. Confront someone directly!

The destroyer

It was like that game, battleship. I would see her every now and then. And I’d think, yup, that’s her. Along the way I met other people. And they were pretty. And did cool things and took care of themselves and others well. But then I would see her again and she would totally blow them out of the water. It’s sad.

I live in a dump

No seriously there’s no driveway just a dirt area, there’s construction debris everywhere, and everything is slightly unfinished with bits of paint splatter and texture everywhere, even on the old carpet. It makes sense. I spent the last five years going from work, to a slum village in Tijuana, then to the dump. That’s all I did. And after seeing the places in Mexico and having fun down there, I realized I don’t need or want a super high finished home. What I had, was enough. So I took my extra money and put it into other people homes instead of mine. And now everyone judges me for my house. This is crazy!!!!!!

Don’t ever bring oak into a house with maple. Oak in unfinished state is white. Maple with polyurethane has an amber hint. It looks beautiful on its own. But contrasted with the white in the oak, it looks really goofy. Ohhhhh no. I’m just going to finish everything as is and not freak out or redo anything. Just stay with the plan. Stay with the plan. Next, finally, six years later, new carpet.

Don’t ever bring new hardwood flooring into a house with old hardwood. Just don’t do it. Ignorance is bliss.

You either have to go simple and finish everything perfectly, or if you don’t want to or can’t, then you have to kind of add a lot so errs so much that you don’t notice the imperfections.

Good is happening

This whole six year project is almost done. The dream is becoming reality. It’s not exactly what I dreamed of. A lot different and smaller. But it’s pretty awesome. Just to have details finalized is great. Cutting the last piece of floor. Throwing away that stupid spatula after six years. Using the last bit of paint I’ve been saving for so long. Finally getting rid of that piece of wood I never used. It feels GOOD. And clear. Thank God.

I’m tying to figure out how to get rid of the fridge altogether. It just takes up so much space. That wouldn’t help though if I rent out a room. I’m playing stupid. I don’t know why.

Use it or lose it!

You don’t understand

I have a house!!! It’s beautiful! It’s been 8 years and I’ve slowly built it. And painted it. And it’s so cool. All of it is hand made and everything’s just a little off. It’s bungalow style. It’s pretty cool. There’s room to add a lot but for now it’s really great. And all along the way I stopped for other people and helped them along. Some, a little too much. But who cares! What ends well, something something. Does it matter how you got there?

I ended up just leaving the cabinets as the maple plywood frame and sealing the top! With no front face. It’s actually really cool! I might just leave it. And put my cedar trim somewhere else! I don’t know! And it’s awesome! I could just trim everything with cedar everywhere! All you have to do is start! It’s amazing!

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Let not your hearts be troubled. Believe in God;[a] believe also in me. In my Father’s house are many rooms. If it were not so, would I have told you that I go to prepare a place for you?[b] And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come again and will take you to myself, that where I am you may be also. And you know the way to where I am going.”[c] Thomas said to him, “Lord, we do not know where you are going. How can we know the way?” Jesus said to him, “I am the way, and the truth, and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me. If you had known me, you would have known my Father also.[d] From now on you do know him and have seen him.