Friday, October 31, 2008

East of Eden

Good weather means good progress. I'd decided earlier this week that, as much as I want to see more of the house with yellow paint on it, the smartest thing to do is to finish prepping the whole house first. That way, when winter catches us, it won't catch the house unprotected. All those nail holes, cracks in the clapboards, and gaps around the windows and between sections of the house let in not only cold air, but also moisture. Best to get those all sealed up before the freezing rain, sleet and snow start.
Wednesday and Thursday were spent on the west side of the house. Because it has no porches cut out of it like the front and the east side do, and because of the dining room's big bay, it seems like the longest wall of the house. I scraped and caulked, repaired cracks in the clapboards, filled nail holes and primed. I also pried more bits of paper towels out of the clapboards than I care to tell you about. Apparently a previous owner used them as wood filler, or maybe insulation. Mid-afternoon on Thursday, the west side was finally done.
More of the same on the east side, but at a higher altitude.
Please take note of the primer way up there at the peak of the roof. This photo was taken about two hours before I stopped for the day, but I had to take it early while there was still light. You might notice there's a lot more primer over here. For some reason, this side of the house weathered the worst. Parts of the siding are now held together by wood filler, nails and prayer. By quitting time, this part of the house was completely prepped, too. And you'll notice the front porch (the yucky brown thing at the left of the photo) still has shingles. That's because a local contractor who has a reputation as a reasonably-priced miracle worker overheard me saying that my heart's desire is to tear off the existing porch and rebuild it to look like the original porch. We discussed my doing the destruction (which, as you know, is my favorite thing) and his doing the construction and concluded that it just might possibly be do-able come spring. More on that later, I promise.
And lest you think that all this prepping is not a dirty job, I herewith offer this photo as evidence that today I was, in fact, filthy. (Sorry about that flash reflected behind me.) Check out my hands! My big E.T. hands are covered in caulk and primer and dirt. Nice hair, too. And I think that's a smear of primer on my cheek. Not sure how that happened, but it might've been when I was trying to brush off one of the hundreds of ladybugs that were crawling on me today.
And now I have a big decision to make about Saturday.....Go to Preservation Day (this really cool, once-a-year event of restoration workshops in the morning, lunch at a local tearoom, and tours of commercial and residential restoration projects in the afternoon) or....finish prepping the house on Saturday and start painting? My vacation request for Sunday was approved, so I have all of that day to work, too. (Minus church time, when I get to sit in the balcony with my childhood best friend Sharon and see another of our childhood best friends and her family become official members of our church.) What would you do? Preservation Day or Progress Day?


Thursday, October 30, 2008

The Birds

So there I was Wednesday afternoon, about six feet up on a ladder caulking on the west side of my house, when out of nowhere this huge flock of starlings descended on my neighbor's big oak tree. I mean, a huge flock of starlings. The top of the tree was black with them. Then more starlings came, and then more starlings, and then still more starlings. They were flapping their wings and hopping around and doing that weird metallic screeching noise in the top of the tree. And that's when the trouble started.

I heard a sharp POP! My first thought was, Some idiot is out here shooting at those darn birds. Then something hit me in the shoulder. I almost fell off the ladder, thinking it was a BB or a pellet. POP! POP! I looked up and saw a big chunk of bark falling from the sky. Then an acorn hit me in the forehead. Ouch. Didn't see that one coming. Then another acorn, and a stick, and a couple more chunks of bark fell to the ground next to the ladder. I scrambled down off the ladder and pressed myself up against the older part of the house, under cover of the eaves and guttering. More starlings were flapping around Martha's little cherry tree and hopping on the roof of my carport--or maybe it was the same starlings and they were moving around a lot. More sticks and acorns and bark rained down around me, bouncing off the side of the house and rolling across the roof. I could hear Little Dog yapping from somewhere in the house. I glanced up at the laundry room window and saw both cats perched on the windowsill, little faces almost pressed against the glass. Christopher (the, um, mentally challenged cat) had a look of utter amazement on his face as he stood there with his little pink tongue poking out between his fangs. Marie (the deranged one) had her mouth wide open, hissing at the birds. I think she was saying that if only she were outside, she'd kill them, kill them all! A few more minutes, and the barrage of bark and acorns stopped. The starlings left as quickly as they'd arrived.

And I went back to scraping, caulking and filling nail holes until it was too dark to see anymore. I wanted to finish prepping the west wall Wednesday so I could prime and paint on Thursday, but at dusk I had an area about 3 feet by 4 feet still in need of some work. About half an hour's work. Which is about how long the starlings' air attack lasted. Stupid birds.

Tuesday, October 28, 2008

Ferris Bueller's Day Off

What's the first thing that comes to mind when you remember that movie? For most people, it's probably the teacher taking attendance and droning, "Bueller? Bueller?" But for me, it's the "Twist And Shout" scene. Especially today. I put in a last-minute vacation request--on Sunday--for tonight. I didn't expect to get it. But Monday afternoon, my good friend Derrick stepped up and said he'd work for me. I owe Derrick. I owe him BIG. (Just tell me what kind of homemade cookies you want, brother!) Derrick taking my shift means I have FIVE days off in a row to work on the house. Five days of clear (but cold) weather to scrape, caulk, fix the storm windows and tuck Pandora in for the winter. And five days just might turn into six, because I have a vacation day request in for Sunday night that hasn't been approved yet....

I smell progress. "Well, shake it up, baby!"

Sunday, October 26, 2008

You Can't Fix Stupid

I can't stand stupidity and carelessness. In fact, few things irritate and anger me more. So imagine how livid I was to get this message from the seller of the cast iron light fixture:

"I sent a message with the refund,We had several items on shelving in our
shipping area waiting to be packaged and the shelving was collapsed be some
workers installing new ventilation ducts unfortunately everything on the shelves
was broke including your light Sorry L___"

And what can I do about it? Nothing. She did send me a refund immediately. But I'm left wondering....Surely she knew the workers were coming, so why did she not move the items out of that area? How does a cast-iron fixture break? Why does she write in one long run-on sentence containing three punctuation errors and two grammatical errors? Aw, truck!!

Saturday, October 25, 2008

True Lies

I lied. Please forgive me. It was an unintentional lie. In my last post I wrote, "And I still haven't turned on the furnace this fall." And at that time--3:34 a.m. Friday morning--I hadn't. But just six hours later I was awakened by Little Dog's frantic barking as he hopped around on the hardwood floor of my bedroom. And when I swung my feet out of bed and they touched that floor, I realized why Little Dog was hopping around. The floor was too darn cold to stand still! At first I thought the cats were missing. Then I saw two lumps under the covers. The small lump was Marie; the larger, Christopher. Under the covers. I shoved my feet into my fuzzy slippers and trotted into the dining room to check the thermostat. Inside temperature: 48. Forty-eight. Then I shuffled to the kitchen window to check the thermometer. Outside temperature: 52. Colder inside the house than outside. Holy crap. The furnace is on now. Set at 55, but it's on. Before November. Sigh.

Friday, October 24, 2008

Body Heat

Remember a couple of days ago, when I posted about my dream bed? The one with a heated mattress pad and microfiber fleece sheets? Well...I tried to order the microfiber fleece sheets. I did. But every time I got to the part in the purchase where I was supposed to click on the "checkout" button, I just couldn't do it. My mouth went all dry and my palms got sweaty. It was almost as bad as scooting down off the dining room roof. (Okay, not even close.) But still...I just can't bring myself to spend that kind of money on sheets. Not even fuzzy, super-warm sheets that might help me save money on heating costs. I was still turning this over in my mind tonight at Wal-Mart when I saw them. Fleece jammies. Blue ones, with red-scarf-wearing polar bears frolicking on them. Twelve bucks. Now that's a purchase I can justify. I'm wearing them right now while sipping hot apple cider and I am warm. Really warm. And I still haven't turned on the furnace this fall. Oh, wait, it's only October....there's still November and December to shiver through, and don't even get me started on how miserable January is....I'd better go order that heated mattress pad now, before it's sold out.

Wednesday, October 22, 2008

Cat On A Hot Tin Roof

These days, everybody's asking me the same question: Do you think you'll get it done before the weather breaks? And my answer is: Maybe. Probably not. I might. Hope so.

Maybe. There's paint on all three sides of the house now. (Remember, the back wall's still shingled. I'm not doing the back until next year.) Most of the house is scraped, caulked and primed. About half the nail holes are filled. When I get home from work in the morning, I usually work for an hour or so if it's not raining. I work under cover of the porch roof if it is. Though not much gets done in an hour, it all adds up. Slowly. I liken it to a bucket under a leaky roof. Drip, drip, drip, but eventually that bucket gets filled.

Probably not. Well maybe that bucket analogy is a bad one. The old phrase "just a drop in the bucket" comes to mind now. The newer part of the house, where the back porch was enclosed and the house was added onto in the 1930s or so, looks almost exactly as it did back in August when the last of the shingles were thrown away. No primer, no scraping, no nail holes filled. That's a big area. And then there are all those windows....17 of them....the storms have to be removed, the wasp nests and leaves and filth cleaned off the windows, the sashes primed, the trim scraped and primed, the sashes and trim painted black and cream, the storms cleaned and repaired and primed and painted black and cream and then re-hung....Gosh. I've unexpectedly had to work some overtime lately. The weather's not cooperating on my days off.

I might. The painting, when I can get to it between work and weather and sleeping, is going faster than I thought it would. I surprised myself by climbing up onto the dining room bay roof to paint the high part--if I did it once, I can do it again. And again and again for the two coats of paint above the living room windows. My wonderful neighbor Floyd is in no hurry for his big extension ladder to be returned. My son said if I can get the storms down by myself (and I can) he'll come over on a Sunday (his only day off between work and police academy) and help me put them back up. Bob, my fabulous neighbor across the street, gave me some salvaged 1870s siding to repair the three holes in the exterior of the house (old dryer vent, old stovepipe, and basement window) and will help me cover the holes. Add to that the pretty good momentum I've got going and the fear of being caught unfinished by Old Man Winter and I just might get it done.

Hope so. I'm sure giving it my best effort. I hope I'll finish. I sure hope so.

Tuesday, October 21, 2008

Monday, October 20, 2008

Light It Up

I won, I won! After weeks--months, even--of being jealous of Petch House Greg for his fabulous luck at eBay auctions, I finally had some luck of my own.
Today I won this light fixture, and my winning bid was a steal. I paid more for supper for my mom and me at the pub last Saturday night. Unbelievably good luck.
This past weekend was the Vintage Homes Tour here--no photos because I almost literally ran through 4 of the 6 houses a mere two hours before the end of the tour--and I came home with lots of good ideas for my own house, as well as a loathing for the 1970s-era chandeliers in my living room and dining room. So I went poking around on eBay to see what I could see, and six hours later I was the happy winner of a more appropriate chandelier. This is purportedly a "Victorian-era cast iron light fixture", and it does indeed appear to be one. I'm no expert, though. I just know that I like it. The seller says it's 16 inches across and the drop's 25 inches, so it's a nice size. In the second photo you can see how pretty it looks lit. The last photo shows the detail a little more, and the red highlights in the center. Not sure if that's original to the fixture or not, but I like it.
Red's one of my favorite colors, and I'm planning to have a lot of it in my house.
When I get rid of the painted-over wallpaper in the living room and the dining room wallpaper that looks like ConTact paper, that is. I have a vision. A vision that does not include falling from a ladder or electrocuting myself, so I'll have someone else install this fixture. The hard part
will be deciding which of the ugly chandeliers to replace first. Maybe I'll go bidding again....

Thursday, October 16, 2008

Bed of Roses

It's mid-October already. How did that happen? Let's review my winterizing to-do list:

  • Have insulation blown in to exterior walls.
  • Repair storm windows.
  • Wrap ductwork in yucky fiberglass stuff.
  • Put more insulation in attic.
  • Shrink-wrap windows on interior side.
  • Fix gap in back storm door.

Well. Hmmm. Er. Um. Yeah. Pretty much none of that has happened. Yet. But I'm working on all of it. Some of it only in theory, but I'm working on it. And I have a backup plan.

After some elaborate mathematical calculations which I estimate to be at least 92% accurate I have concluded that during the winter months (which I consider to be from right this very minute until the next time I'm drinking a cold beer at Kauffman Stadium) I spend more of my at-home time asleep than awake. Therefore, it only makes sense that in these tough economic times I should put my money where it's most needed: in my bed. Not under the mattress, which isn't an altogether bad idea, but on top of it. To-wit, a Sleepwarmer Electric Mattress Pad with self-diagnostic control featuring ten heat settings and a preheat feature, ultrathin microbore wires and 10-hour auto shut-off. But wait, there's more! Annnnnd....a Microfiber Fleece Sheet Set with deep plushy pile that makes the sheets super-warm, yet almost weightless and comes in nine different colors including (Nicole, you're gonna love this!) warm sand, pear, blue velvet, baked apple, plume (not to be mistaken for plum) and otter. Be still my beating heart. I predict that during this long winter atop my warm mattress and under my fleece sheets, in my fuzzy Scottie-dog jammies, I will have many pleasant dreams of pocket lint and being part of a flannel board set.

Tuesday, October 14, 2008

The Absent-Minded Professor

I am easily distracted. Forgetful. Disorganized. Even scatter-brained sometimes. Tonight I was looking through house photos and found these. In-progress photos of my still not-quite-finished master bedroom. Photos that were pushed to the corners of my paint-obsessed little brain and completely forgotten about until tonight. Remember these fugly curtains? Well, after I took them down the room instantly looked a whole lot better, as you can tell from the second photo. See the porch trim through the window? I think it's really pretty, and it'll look even better with a fresh coat of Filoli Gold Ecru paint on it. You can also see my neighbors' house (the beloved Floyd and Gwen) through the windows in my bedroom door. Yes, our houses are very close together. We have a theory, as yet unproven, that our houses were built the same year (or within a couple of years of each other) and probably by the same builder. The construction of our houses and what's left of the trim on the houses are very similar. And unfortunately, both houses had previous owners who cared little about preserving the original look of the houses. Note the stucco on Floyd and Gwen's house. Floyd calls it "concrete siding". Whatever you call it, it hides the original clapboards and was put on in the late 1920s. Quite a bit harder to remove than my shingles--not that the neighbors are thinking of chipping away at it or anything. But I digress. Back to my own house, and its master bedroom. Here's the newly repainted room. The paint is Dutch Boy's Earthly Wonder, which prompted my friend Cathy to tell me that her sister's dream job would be that of "paint namer". Honestly, how do they come up with some of these paint names? Anyway, everything on the window was bought at my nearest Wal-Mart, which is apparently re-doing their window department as everything was on clearance. I got the double curtain rod for $14, two sheer panels for $5 each, two packages of curtain rings for $3 each, and the two drapery panels for $7 each. Since this photo was taken, I've replaced those drapery panels with blackout curtains in a darker green microsuede because the others let in too much light. Looking at this photo, though, I'm thinking I like these better. I have some blackout panels I could line these curtains with....hmmm.....
And remember all that weird paisley floral carpet I tore out? A nice-looking hardwood floor underneath. Joy! This is the only room in the house where the carpet wasn't glued to the floor. It has some staining and there's a tiny gap (maybe 1/16th of an inch) between the floor and the shoe moulding on the side of the room you can see here. I'll have to fix that somehow. Wider shoe moulding, maybe? Once the carpet was removed from this corner I discovered two holes drilled all the way through the floor. I realized then that what I've been calling a stovepipe hole in that wall was actually a dryer vent. The holes in the floor were for the washer's water pipes. Remnants of the days when my house was two side-by-side apartments. The ugly shade on the door was temporary--it's paper with tape on the top edge for hanging and was $5 at Wal-Mart--and has been replaced by a nice blackout panel from Country Curtains. All those staples and bits of carpet padding are gone, too. I've yanked those out and scrubbed the floor with Murphy's Oil Soap to get rid of the stubborn flecks of padding stuck to it. And that little blob in the lower right corner? That's Little Dog's hiney. He was sitting in the middle of floor looking like a calendar dog--well, if calendars featured a one-eyed Pomeranian with a cranky attitude--until he heard the camera noise and ran to hide under the kitchen table. He might be blind, but he's not dumb, and he hates to be in photos. Unless he's wearing his little red devil costume, of which he's very proud. Photos of that coming soon. If I remember.

Saturday, October 11, 2008

Green Card

A little green paint here...

A little more here...

(and a second coat of yellow paint on one wall)

And some green paint on the very front of the house....
But no green paint up here.

Some days I'm brave... some days I'm not.

Thursday, October 9, 2008


Do you know what this is? It's not merely a crooked and poorly-framed photo of the eaves of my house. It is the second-greatest accomplishment of my life, falling just behind the raising of my son in significance. This photo was taken from the top of a ladder ("Look, Ma, no hands!") and depicts the area just above the dining room bay.

Please note that the formerly all-white house (which was formerly the ugly-shingled house) now has cream paint on the eaves, green paint on the moulding, and yellow paint on its clapboards. Paint which I put there. After I clambered onto the dining room bay roof. Was I scared? No. I was terrified. I prayed as I stepped from the ladder to the roof. And as bad as the getting up was, the getting down was far worse. I cannot tell you what I was saying as I scooted on my belly off the edge of the roof until my feet finally hit a rung on the ladder because this is a G-rated blog and my vocabulary in those moments was definitely R-rated. Something like this. (Warning: that link contains very bad language and might be offensive to some folks.) Note also that the frieze board is still white and that there's only one coat of paint everywhere else. That means I'll have to scramble back up there again tomorrow. After I get done screaming.

More paint got put on the house closer to the ground, too. My mom came over this afternoon and did all this on the east side of the house. My mom never did like ladders much and her new medicine makes her (as she puts it) "swimmy-headed", so she stays on terra firma. You can tell she's not very tall...but she's a worker!

And last but not least, in response to requests from my faithful readers....

Paint on the front of the house!! (Sorry about that ladder partly blocking your view.) Tomorrow I'll get a second coat of paint on it and put some green paint on the corner pieces and the frieze boards. Green paint...that reminds me...more climbing up on the bay roof tomorrow. Eeek. Yikes. Ackk.

Monday, October 6, 2008

Historic Preservation: The Ultimate Recycling

Isn't that a cool title? I'm a fan of the Kansas City (Missouri) Public Library on Facebook and saw their post of an upcoming event. I'll let them tell you all about it:

"Richard Moe explains how the preservation of historic and older buildings should be an important component of sustainable development efforts in the next installment of Conversations on the Environment on Wednesday, October 8, at 6:30 p.m. at the Central Library, 14 W. 10th St. [Kansas City, Missouri] Admission is free.

President of the National Trust for Historic Preservation, Moe argues that the conservation and improvement of our existing built resources is a crucial component to combating climate change. The mission of the National Trust is to preserve diverse historic places and create more livable communities for all Americans. Under Moe’s direction, the National Trust has become an effective advocate of smart growth and innovative initiatives that demonstrate preservation’s effectiveness as a tool for community revitalization. A 6 p.m. reception precedes this presentation. Free parking is available in the Library Parking Garage at 10th and Baltimore.

Conversations on the Environment is a year-long series of thought provoking presentations by recognized experts on how we can improve our environment and transform our community through sustainable living. Partners in the series include ASTRA Enterprises, BNIM Architects, the Kansas City Public Library, Kansas City Business Journal, Rainy Day Books, Kansas City Public Television, Bridging the Gap, Greenability Magazine and the City of Kansas City, Missouri."

If anyone reading this lives in the Kansas City area, this sure does sound interesting. I don't know if I can make it myself, as I have an upcoming event of my own on Wednesday night: cutting up apples at my church in preparation to cook apple butter later. Apple butter sales are my church's biggest yearly fundraiser. But I just might skip Wednesday night cutting-up and go to the Thursday morning cutting-up instead. Decisions, decisions...

Sunday, October 5, 2008

You Can Count On Me

I was tagged by Sandy over at Curly's Corner, so I'll play along, too.

Here are the instructions:

What you are supposed to do... and please don't spoil the fun...

Copy/paste, type in your answers and tag four people in your lists! Don't forget to change my answers to the questions with that of your own.

(A) Four places I go over and over: work (sigh...), Wal-Mart, Lowe's and the park in Napoleon by the river.
(B) Four people who e-mail me regularly: My childhood friend Lisa, my sister Stacy, my friend Eric, and to have my daily dose of "Pearls Before Swine".
(C) Four of my favourite places to eat: Riley's Irish Pub, Morgan's Cafe, El Maguey, and Maid-Rite.
(D) Four places you'd rather be: Sigh...home with the cats, someplace warm, in Illinois at my great-aunt's house, or in London with my pal Robben.
(E) Four TV shows I could watch over and over: AC360, Rescue Me (I have the first three seasons on DVD), Two and a Half Men, and Jeopardy.
(F) Four people I think will respond: Hmmm....I don't know. If you'd like to play along, consider yourself tagged.

Saturday, October 4, 2008

Wet Paint

I promised photos. First, the latest photo of almost invisible progress. Here's the front of the house, all scraped and caulked and primed and ready to be painted--the product of about two weeks of working in between the paying job, my mom's hospital stay, and life in general. Oh yeah, and I decorated for Halloween--see the little jack-o-lanterns on the front stoop? The house looks kinda ratty right now, I know, but it's still a darn sight better-looking than with all those dark shingles on it.

And here's a much happier photo. I got the second coat of yellow paint on the house yesterday and today, so now you can really see what color the whole house will be. I'm pleased that the color Shirley and I chose is so close to the house's original color. Sometime last week I decided that the green we chose was too light, an opinion borne out by a couple of the neighbors telling me honestly that they hadn't noticed the green at all. So back to Lowe's I went in search of a darker green that I could actually live with. City Arboretum it is. Not a National Trust for Historic Preservation color like the other colors on the house, but I like it and it's surprisingly very close to the original color of the corner pieces. I think it's a nice contrast to the yellow. And don't worry, that lighter green paint won't go to waste. There's a chunk of cove moulding between the frieze boards and the eaves that I wanted to highlight, and I think the lighter green would be perfect for that. Check out the trim around the window, which finally has a couple coats of new paint, too. Very nice, I think.

This week I also got most of the dining room bay scraped, caulked and primed. (My mom asked me to leave the bottom half of the walls for her to prime--I'd say she's recovering well.) And I fixed two little holes on the dining room bay. They're about eight feet up from the ground and perfectly round, the result, my good friend Larry and I think, of running electrical into the house decades ago. It suddenly occurred to me the other morning that the way to fix them was by plugging them with a dowel rod. So, today I stuck a poplar dowel rod into each hole until it touched the outside of the inside wall, sawed it off more or less even with the outside of the house, put a big blob of caulk on the inside end, shoved it into the hole, and then caulked around the outside edges and over the top of the rod to make it nearly invisible. Well, invisible from the ground anyway. Up close, it's sure nothing Norm Abram would put his name on, but hey, he's not hanging around my house offering to help.

Friday, October 3, 2008

The Music (Wo)Man

Okay, a day early, here are the answers to the music meme I posted last Saturday. I promised to list not only the answers but what the song means to me as well. A lot of these songs are on my mp3 player simply because I like them, but where the song has some special significance to me I've noted that.

1: When I lost you honey, sometimes I think I lost my guts, too..."Drive All Night", Bruce Springsteen. I love Bruce Springsteen's music, so much so that I'm surprised only three of his songs were in my first 30.
2: [Title] why don't you come to your senses?... "Desperado", The Eagles
3: Here she comes now, sayin [title]... "Mony Mony", Billy Idol--Everybody who went to college in the 80s is smacking their foreheads right now and remembering the, um, alternate lyrics.
4: Seasons change and lessons get learned/It's been awhile but my heart burns.... "I Still Want You", The Del Fuegos. Great band, almost wholly unknown. This song makes me recall my college days and my first serious boyfriend.
5: Monday, hard to wake up, fill my coffee cup, I'm out the door.... "Somethin More", Sugarland
6: Even though the moment passed me by I still can't turn away... "Name", Goo Goo Dolls. The only song I've ever sung karaoke to in public. It wasn't pretty.
7: Aight, dig it. Cold coolin' at a bar and I'm lookin' for some action... "Funky Cold Medina", Tone Loc. Okay, laugh. But just try not to scrape paint like a madwoman while this song's playing!
8: I was bruised and battered I couldn't tell what I felt... "Streets of Philadelphia", Bruce Springsteen. From the movie "Philadelphia", starring Tom Hanks.
9. Harry got up, dressed all in black... "New York Minute", Don Henley. One of my friends pointed out after 9/11 that the words to this song were somewhat prophetic and I've been hooked on that imagery ever since.
10. My heart knows me better than I know myself so I'm gonna let it do all the talking... "Black Horse & Cherry Tree", KT Tunstall
11. [title] of you every night I go through... "Sweet Dreams", Patsy Cline
12. Woke up this morning the house was cold... "One Step Up", Bruce Springsteen
13. [title] like it's raining at mine... "Is It Raining At Your House?", Brad Paisley
14. I got the call today, I didn't wanna hear... "Heart of the Matter", Don Henley
15. I can live without so much/I can die without a clue... "Within Your Reach", The Replacements. From the movie "Say Anything" with John Cusack and Ione Skye.
16. From underneath the trees we watch the sky, confusing stars for satellites... "If Everyone Cared", Nickelback.
17. I move on like a sinner's prayer... "Better As A Memory", Kenny Chesney. If ever a song was written about the Big Indian, this one would be it.
18. The man in my shoes runs a life... "Ghost In You", Counting Crows. This song's been recorded by several artists, but the Crows do my favorite version.
19. Can you hear them? They're talking about us... "Our Lips Are Sealed", The GoGos.
20. You're dangerous 'cause you're honest... "Who's Gonna Ride Your Wild Horses", U2.
21. If it's a temporary lull why am I bored right outta my skull?... "I'll Be You", The Replacements.
22. Am I throwin' you off?... "Promiscuous", Nelly Furtado.
23. You must be my [title] cause you shine on me wherever you are... "Lucky Star", Madonna.
24. And I'd give up forever to touch you cause I know that you feel me somehow... "Iris", Goo Goo Dolls. From the movie "City of Angels" with Nicolas Cage and Meg Ryan.
25. If I leave here tomorrow would you still remember me?... "Free Bird", Lynyrd Skynyrd.
26. [title] I'm [title] for feeling so lonely... "Crazy", Patsy Cline.
27. Jessie is a friend... "Jessie's Girl", Rick Springfield.
28. Everybody knows where you go when the sun goes down... "Cry, Cry, Cry", Johnny Cash. Hit the charts in 1955, and it's my favorite Johnny Cash song.
29. I tiptoed in the room, I know you got to have your rest... "Joy Of My Life", John Fogerty. One of the simplest, sweetest love songs ever written.
30. Well, I've been out walkin... "These Days", Jackson Browne.

Normal, house-related programming resumes tomorrow. With photos. And a new paint color.