White Dog and Quinn dragged Steve out of bed later than usual, but still early considering our late night at last night's Madame Butterfly, opera season finale. They went to the Park but were relatively gentle on their "Master."
A quick breakfast upon return and then it was big house project day! After living in this house for 13 years now and hating it every day, we finally found replacement lighting for the old, center-of-the room, single bulb, totally inadequate kitchen fixture. BUT before we installed it, it was decided (by me, the momma) that we would need to take down the old one, plaster to make the hole fit the new fixture, and then paint the ceiling. My call for supervisors was answered by two fluffy white dogs who just happen to live here.
White Dog was perfectly happy to do her el jeffe impersonation city worker style, lying on the couch, napping, with occasional checks on the progress. The Other White Dog took his duties very serious and followed at Steve's heels until the worker was forced to put up a gate across the kitchen entry.
By dinner both white dogs had approved of the priming and painting job, so Steve was allowed to clean up. The light installation will take place tomorrow. BUT White Dog pointed out, the kitchen was in way too much disarray to prepare a dinner meal. Quinn quickly concurred and started the "where to carry out" discussion. No one complained about chef salads and thick chunky beef vegetable soup...capped off with peanut butter cookies!