I’ve been working on much more of the same around the house – endless patching of uneven walls, sanding said patches, painting walls and ceilings, and sanding, sanding, sanding, floors.
During a particular viciously monotonous ceiling sanding job in the largest room, I found an entertaining distraction in doodling with the shop vac in the dust on the floor.
And half of the house still looks infected with a nasty pox or schmeared with calamine lotion.
(The original owners never properly taped and filled the wall seams and screws, among other things…)
We moved the bedroom into a smaller room that I originally thought of using as such, but I feel too maddeningly claustrophobic sleeping in there…
I’m not sure if it is even possible to be claustrophobic in one’s sleep, but I am.
The smaller room will be my studio instead – hopefully the feeling will become cozy once I cram my piles of shit in it.
A certain electrician will soon go on my shit-list if he doesn’t come and give us light soon… And a certain former owner is already on it for wiring things in a unique way – a perfect example of unique is usually good unless it totally isn’t.
(And yes, the knotty pine is still there – I decided to stay on the fence a bit longer – I don’t quite love the shade of yellow that turned out on the walls, though it’s okay enough for now, so I’ll revisit painting the paneling in a couple years when I want to re-paint the room a deeper mustardy color, or something else entirely.)
We’ve finally started to unpack, though everything can’t go in its place since there isn’t a place for everything yet…
(Can you tell which is which?)
And I keep doing the dumbshit thing of mistaking yellow cherry tomatoes for husk/ground cherries… a few always get mixed up in the bottom of my bag at the CSA. A tomato surprise bite in a big bowl of sweetish coconut yogurt, bananas, almonds, and husk cherries is another unwelcome uniqueness… but a husk cherry surprise in a tomatoey dish might be okay…
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ASTITCHMATISM 
I had some volunteer plants come up in my tomato and tomatillo beds this year. I could tell they were nightshades, but that’s it. So I let them grow. Turns out they are ground cherries (which I discovered after some weed id-fu). Never heard of them before, but now I can’t wait to try them. I feel like I’m late to the party.
They are the best! Gotta make sure you only grab the ones that have fallen to the ground and are nice and yellow. I think they taste like pineapple with a hint of roast turkey which sounds foul and I wouldn’t actually want that combo, but that’s what I get…