Is it ever finished, though?

Yesterday I said the house was done, referring to interior redecorating. As I loaded books onto the shelves of the new-to-me pieces in the master bedroom, I realized that the decluttering will most likely never be done. Those three pieces of furniture – two tall bookshelves with closed shelving below flanking an armoire – will store a lot of "stuff." My goal is to make sure the stuff is worthy of storing.

And already, as I placed old pilot logbooks (my father's and mine, he's been dead for seven years and I haven't been pilot-in-command in more than 20) on a top shelf, I wondered who would ever want to look at these? Why am I saving them? Am I that sentimental?

Apparently, I am. For now.

When I wasn't playing a mind-numbing game on my phone or making meatballs (these are seriously delicious, with or without the "gravy") or vacuuming or moving books, I was enraged at President Shithole. Toward the end of the day (my end is usually around 9 pm) I got a text from my daughter who told me to RIGHT NOW go watch Letterman's show on Netflix.

I couldn't watch RIGHT NOW because I was nearly asleep. But I watched it FIRST THING this morning. She suggested I might want to have a box of tissues handy, and she was right, but don't let that stop you from watching it. No more spoilers from me.

We're going to see The Post today, if the roads aren't still icy this afternoon. If I love the movie as much as I think I will, I'm going to print that poster image (from yesterday) on photo paper, mount it in the center of a much larger frame, and hang it in my living room, where I can see it every day. Décor be damned. Maybe if I played with the image in Photoshop I could make it less grey/more brown. Even though I realize the grey is all part of the whole newspaper image (if you squint at a page of newsprint, what color is it?).

I didn't exercise yesterday, unless you count carrying armloads of books from one room to another. I managed to get to about 70% of my step goal just doing that. It did, however, feel good to take a day off.

Still doing well with the Whole 30. See ^^^meatballs^^^. And one more thing.

Be kind.

I. Want. This. Poster.

We're going to see the film either today or tomorrow. 

The poster costs $50, which is far more than I want to pay for it. But as a graphic designer, I absolutely love it. I guess I'll console myself by knowing it would not fit in with my decor anywhere except the eclectic and cluttered upstairs office. And really? This poster deserves better than that.

I began painting the interior of the house almost four years ago, and with a morning furniture delivery I will be able to say my house is done. During that four years, all the walls and woodwork have been painted (walls going from soft grey to vanilla, taupe, and cocoa, and woodwork from dark grey to pure white). Nearly all the interior doors, formerly bifolds that frustratingly came off the tracks regularly, are now six-panel wooden doors with lever door handles.

The entry door was a heavy slider that took two men and a boy to open and close, due to some kind of internal breakdown. It's been replaced with a real door with a fixed side window.

The flooring was replaced many years ago, going from carpeting to laminate flooring. I'd rather have hardwood, but I'm okay with the laminate and have no plans to change it. The guest and master bedrooms are carpeted.

The only minor project left is refinishing the master bathtub, which has to wait for warmer weather because the chemicals are vicious and the window has to be open. And I might replace the guest bath flooring, but I recently scrubbed it and it looks good, so maybe not.

Having an armoire and bookshelves in the master bedroom will give me tons of storage space. The ongoing decluttering project will likely never be complete, but I'm going to attempt to live by this rule:

And with that, I leave you for today, not thinking about #PresidentShithole, oh, no, not me, but thinking about how we can all …

be kind.