How I really live...
I spent 98% of my time in the kitchen and family room, or on the back porch painting. At first, I got the futon so that I could watch TV without the dogs crowding me off the couch. They are like velcro- always attaching themselves to me. These days, I even sleep here. Why not? I live by myself and it is easier to fall asleep with the 'white noise' of the TV in the background, and I have no TV in my bedroom.

Between my junk and dog toys everywhere, these rooms usually do not look this good. They are usually much more cluttered. I cleaned them up for the appraiser last week and they look fairly decent now, but that will not last long. My kitchen table will soon again be burried under paperwork (USCG Auxiliary stuff)

I once collected clocks. I have one that is over 400 years old and has a single hand. That is why I have more than one cuckoo clock on my walls. I ought to make a list of things that are valuable to seperate them from the normal household stuff. When my son settles my estate, I would hate for him to donate stuff is is worth something to the Goodwill and miss out. Awful thing to think about! I don't even have a Will because I'd prefer not to think about it.