All Over the Place!

I can't keep up with it~!  Upholstery, measurements, paint, sanding...Tinto asking me to move STUFF out of one room and into another.  Repeat.  Process.  Repeat.  Repeat.

We are in the very final stages of painting; every room is done except the back of the house and we have NEVER looked like this! Mind-boggling.  We are in bad, messy shape.

Having trouble keeping up with the keeping up!  Ha!  Too many appointments in the calendar.  Need to SLOW DOWN.  Need to BREATHE.  That's my mantra.  That's what I tell my daughter, yet I'm having difficulty following my own sensible guidelines.  It will be here.  It will all still be here to do - to finish - to recreate - to renovate.  But, NOPE, that's not good enough.  I would like it to be completed by...tomorrow, perhaps?

The debris is reproducing when we sleep at night.  We used to have only the verandah filled with working, useful objects such as tools and paint, but now...things have shifted into the double carport shed and items are growing along the path to the major shed.  I don't know what goes on around here at night while we are sleeping, but tonight I'm staying UP and keeping guard.  ENOUGH is ENOUGH.

Fruitful and extremely eventful venture into the beautiful Barossa Valley this morning.  I appreciate, value, and respect the people I used to work with; they are always so very helpful and willing to go over and beyond in their capacity to assist in any way.  Good.  Human.  Beings.  And...the landscape - the wineries - the small boutique winemakers, too; they all make up what we know as the Barossa Valley and aren't we a lucky bunch?  YES.  That would be a huge, quick, positive NOD. 

GO.  Get there anytime that you can, but just get there.  The Barossa Valley will linger in your psyche long after you depart. 

 Dining table continues to fill up!
Thank goodness we have it; NO IDEA where this would GO!
 Laundry, bathroom, and loo combined ~
sheets, towels, hanging out someplace ELSE!
 Tinto working diligently on the LOO, but
why, oh WHY...would a manufacturer STICK
this on the very thing one is trying to fix???
GHEEEEEZ.
This sticker had better come off.
 Rightio.  FIX-A-LOO.  Done.  Dusted.
Sticker.  Has.  To.  Go.  IT'S FIXED, damn it!
 So, my very closest mates KNOW that my nickname is 'George'.  Yes, not Georgianna, not Georgie, but GEORGE.  A dear, kind, Australian mate purchased this with little ole' me in mind and sent these photos last night.
GEORGE ~ the BIG, BOLD SHIRAZ.
Don't know if you can see/read the story, but
it's a HOOT!

Leaving you with some Winter Joy from the Maxwell Garden~!


Bloomed yesterday ~ King of the Garden!

Have a most fabulous weekend.  It is awfully COLD
here in Kapunda ~ Brrrrrr!  Going to need some of that 'George' to
warm our bodies tonight!
CHEERS~!
We shall raise our glasses to the Barossa tonight and to our
dear, fine mates.
 
Posted with enthusiasm and posted
with a need for an immediate assistant (Ha! - in my dreams!)

PS:  Drive safely; whether you ride a horse, drive a cart, bicycle, scooter, motorbike, car, ute, or truck - I don't care - just USE YOUR HEADS, SHARE THE ROAD, and BE SAFE.  Please excuse any typos.


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