Welp, we finally finished up construction on the new studio yesterday, and I have to say, the room looks even better than I had ever envisioned. Emet leveled the old shed floor with concrete before tiling, and now it looks perfectly sturdy and straight. I snagged one of those “oops” cans of paint at Home Depot for $5 which turned out to be a perfect shade of sunny tan against all the bright white crown molding and base molding. I hung gauzy white curtains on a fat white pole all along the back wall windows, just to soften the hard edges a little. Set my easel and stuff up in one corner and and added a comfy old overstuffed chair and ottoman slipcovered in white in another with a little table and lamp for reading. Emet put in new track lighting and a new white ceiling fan. Scooted Miz Chris’s exercise bike in. Everything so virgin clean. Sunny. Fresh. ZEN!
After cleaning up a month’s worth of construction, me and Emet and his goofy ass helper ended the blistering hot day sitting in my new garage and splitting a six pack of Dundees Honey Brown, marveling at how awesome the whole project turned out. Emet got kinda sentimental on me. Heh, that silly fucker is sure gonna miss me. 
I’m going to miss him, too.
Since that first brew tasted sooooo damned good, I wound up sitting in my rocking chair on my deck late into the night … sipping beers, listening to some good old southern rock/blues, and just enjoying my backyard. You know how it is when the yard is all clean, trimmed and swept? My baby was there relaxing with me, rocking in her matching chair, drinking her diet sodas. We weren’t talking a whole lot, just mostly singing softly and smiling at each other every now and then when a certain song reminded us sweetly of one of our past adventures. Aw, what a stellar night. It seems the two of us are always so damned bizzy these last few years, there aren’t enough hours to just be old content married folk. I really treasure those quiet times touching hearts with my Chris.
My deck will see more action today, and my grill will likely be smoking, too. Some of my favorite folks are driving up to visit for the weekend, and we are going to go see the largest Salvador Dali exhibit that has ever traveled. My buddy is also a painter, and I can’t wait to show hir my new space.
In between all this construction craziness, we did a rather substantial upgrade on all the software that runs Butch-Femme.com, Now it is slow as hell, looks like crap, and really needs some major attention. Me and Chris can fix it, and we will. I have about a squillion or so webmaster emails that have piled up over the week. Got a lot going on behind the scenes with the upcoming bash in New Orleans, too. Need to bite down on alla that pit bull style, and shake it like I mean bidness.
Yep. My cawfee is gone and so am I. Hope everyone has a fun weekend.
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