Today I have to get over there and clean the Brown Palace in case those people show up a day early, not likely, but it’s probably not a good idea to keep putting it off pretending it doesn’t do much good to dust too early. I can always run around Saturday morning and suck up the recent dead flies. I hate seeing dead flies in the window sills.



I painted the louvered closet doors in the laundry room yesterday, and brought in a lamp for better lighting so the dust on the tops of the door frames showed up, plus around the edges of the floor where there are crevices, so I think I will give all that a good scrub, including behind the washing machine.

The light switch in the laundry room is behind the linen cupboard so guests aren’t very likely to find it, and maybe not notice the dirt so much, but I will rest better knowing it’s cleaner than it was.

And I need to vacuum real good around the edges of the bedrooms. I don’t know what carpet we had in there before, but when Larry lived there he removed the rugs and we haven’t figured out what goes where. The current one in the red bedroom is too large, so climbs up the wall on one side, which isn’t all that bad, sort of like in motels where they have the wall-to-wall do that like a splashback on your kitchen counter, but my goal is to find just the right combination of vacuum cleaner and floor covering so it is easy to get around and clean. Somehow, I don’t think it will ever come together until we get scientific and measure the room, measure the available rugs and make adjustments.

I would also like to make some scale models of the furniture and figure out if there is a better way to arrange the bedrooms. One time I tried rotating the bed and went the wrong direction so the high headboard was going to cover the window, and then it was stuck catty-corner in the room and Mr. Troutbend had to straighten it out. It is his disapproval that keeps me from trying again.

The other bedroom, the blue one, I took out the large area rug and replaced it with two smaller ones that came from auctions on the linoleum floor, so there is dust mopping to do as well as vacuuming, but it was preferable to the rug covering the heat vents.



This is front yard of the Brown from the bridge. You should hear the vendors with big trucks like the phone guys, the propane guys, and Mr. Fed Ex complain about this bridge. Mr. UPS never complains because he has been coming here for 20 years, and he has it figured out.



By the way, this is really a picture of the moose walking away from me. To the left of the bench is a telephone pole, and at the base of it you can see the white backs of the moose's legs and her skinny butt. I'll post a separate better photo.