I took the fast & fun interactive What’s Your COLOR ID Quiz on the Sherwin-Williams website. Click HERE to go take it for yourself.
My quiz results told me I am a Dreamer. A Dreamer is defined thusly:
I was further told that as a Dreamer I do the following:
Here is a screen shot of a few of the Sherwin-Williams colors that a Dreamer likes to see in her home.
Here is a photo of the wall in this particular Dreamer’s home office [or study if that’s what you want to call this room] where she is currently sitting. This wall is painted SW 7666 Fleur de Sel, one of the colors shown in the image above.
It’s not often that I take an online quiz and end up with results that I agree with 100%. In fact some of my previous posts [here & here] have been less than kind when discussing my quiz results, but for whatever reason, this time the quiz results made sense to me.
And with that I’ll end this pleasant post about knowing who I am by wishing you, my gentle readers, a Happy Weekend. May it be colorful in a way that pleases you and filled with sweet dreams ’til sunbeams find you.
My late spring blogging hiatus is over. Because of the almost constant rain I [we?] didn’t accomplish everything I [we?] wanted to do, but I’ve researched that which has not been done and made plans about how to do it.
For me, a solutions girl, that’s a big deal.
So here’s what did happen: we got a new roof put on the house. And kids, that’s a noisy and messy thing to have happen. This is the third time in my life that I’ve had the pleasure of living in a house as a new roof is installed.
*bang, bang, bang*
Next time, should there be one, I’m going to a hotel for the duration. The 30 hours of noise involved in tearing off an old roof and then putting on a new roof made me anxious.
[Consider that the understatement of all time.]
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But wait, there’s more.
Try to contain your excitement has I tell you about a few other homeowner things we did whilst I was not here.
Z-D and I rebuilt a stone wall around the base of a huge tree that is terrace-adjacent;
he painted the inside of the screened-in porch and got the screens replaced; and
we chatted with various sales wonks, then ordered new windows for the front of the house because the current wooden ones are rotting.
In other words, not to put too fine a point on it, we spent a boatload of money on necessary home maintenance projects that will improve our lives, but said projects do not immediately bring joy to my heart.
Like a long vacay in Hawaii would. Or a first class excursion to London. Or a train trip across Canada.
[All expensive, potentially joyful, adventures that I long to do.]
But that’s what happens when you have a house you consider your home– and you are responsible adults who lack a fairy godmother to magically, in an instant, transform and repair your house with the flick of her wand.
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Question of the Day
So what’s new in your life? Anything magical? Tell me about it in the comments below. I feel so out of touch with everyone.
Last week was a troublesome one for me. It was rascally and I got scattered and I lost focus on my one word of the year, streamlined.
I had dreams of getting it together last week, doing the things on my to-do list in a smooth and centered way like the organized lady of the list I long to be. But the Universe scoffed and instead, beleaguered by annoying things, I was distracted me from my true purpose.
THE WHINING PART
Nothing bad happened, only small RIDICULOUS annoying things happened that began to slow me down and wear on my very last nerve. Here is a list of those annoying things:
• tornado warning with winds gusting to 60 mph that took down a piece of our house’s gutter;
• smoke detector battery went chirpy during the day when I was here by myself, without anyone to spot me to climb on a ladder to change the battery, so the smoke detector sang all stinking day;
• the water department turned off the water to this subdivision because of a nearby traffic accident, thus in one day our water was off for 6 hours, on for 2 hours, then off again for 4 hours;
• landscape crew arrived without advance warning to do spring cleanup, then piled mulch in such a way as to trap my car inside the garage;
• laundry service lost one of Z-D’s shirts and told me such when the delivery man came to the front door, handed me the laundered unlost shirts and asked me if I could tell him which shirt was missing… as if I pay any attention to Z-D’s extensive collection of mostly white or pale blue button-down Oxford cloth dress shirts; and finally
• doorbell got stuck on meaning that the button, after being pushed in, connected with the bell box that rang its melodious ding, then the bell box started to buzz… loudly and ceaselessly… until I got a screwdriver and dismantled the doorbell separating the wires to make the stupid thing be quiet.
AND IN CONCLUSION
At this point, if I were an inspirational sort of blogger, I’d share with you a pithy lesson, succinctly put, so that you might learn from my experiences too and say to yourselves: what a wise Bean is Ally for sharing her troubles here and showing us, through her example, how to live better lives.
However, I’ve no such conclusion to this post.
Other than to say, I guess, it’s rather empowering to acknowledge setbacks, complain about them, then get over your sorry self while you carry on with another week as if you’ve got it all together.
I LOVE OWNING a house in this suburb. I’m not being facetious here. Really, I do.
We are extremely lucky to live in a home built for us by a builder who was a pain in the ass to work with, but in the end he built a good solid house.
Comfortable and inviting. Most of the time.
However, last week after a huge spring thunderstorm our chimney started leaking water… again.
It’s been twenty years since we had this house built and this is not the first time this has happened. Nor is the first time I’ve been DISPLEASED about the drip… drip… drip… sound coming from rainwater as it runs down the inside of the chimney and drops onto the top of the metal chimney insert in the fireplace in the family room.
Drip… drip… drip…
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WE HAD THE chimney cap replaced about ten years ago and that took care of the drippy sounds back then. But there was large hail during this recent thunderstorm and I’m guessing that it damaged the chimney cap in such a way as to allow the water to drip… drip… drip… as water is wont to do.
In two weeks we’ll be meeting with a representative from the company that made the chimney cap and he’ll take a look at it. And also he’s going to give us an estimate about how much it’ll cost to have the roof replaced on the house because it’s getting close to the time to do that, too.
THAT BEING SAID FACETIOUSLY.
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NOW YOU ARE in the loop about what’s going on here in Chez Bean. As a loyal and true personal blogger I had to tell you, my gentle readers, because like they say, write about what you know.
And I know that you’re EITHER thinking to yourself thank goodness we don’t own a house OR you’re thinking to yourself about that sad time in your life when you had to shell out the big bucks for roofing repair &/or replacement.
Thus I shall end this post in which I’ve talked about the realities of life by telling you that when it is raining outside and I’m at home, I’m hiding in the rooms farthest away from the family room wherein the drip… drip… drip… is the loudest.
Once upon a time I was a super conscientious woman.
I lived and died by Checking Things Off My To Do List. My self-worth was contingent upon these checks because the results were more important to me than the process. Woe be it to anyone who got in my way: I was not always the nicest person.
Sad to say, apologizes offered.
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Then my goals and desires began to change.
That is, I got older and more self-aware. I evolved into a wiser + wearier woman who no longer felt obliged to Do A Lot Every Day Or Else. I still accomplish things, quite a few things– but at a slower pace, focusing on the process that I now allow to be organic rather than forced.
Mellowness is good for me.
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This new me is easier to be around.
Despite these unsettling difficult Trumpian times we’re living through, I’m a more relaxed version of my previous self. This iteration, Ally Bean 2.0 The Best Yet, evolved quietly during the last decade of my life when I didn’t feel well and couldn’t decide a thing without overthinking it.
However, no longer stuck am I.
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I don’t know why I’m telling you this today, my gentle readers.
All I can say is that this morning as I was planning my day I realized How Differently I Handle Any Decision Or Activity now, compared to how I used to do things when society had me convinced that my self-worth hinged on my super conscientiousness.
Off the top of my head I’d say that it’s more important to love than to be loved. Love, an action verb about giving, resonates with me more than the idea of just receiving love, that to me suggests a passive approach to life.
[Good question. This answer subject to change upon further reflection.]
• List things that represent abundance to you.
flowers in crystal vases surrounded by lighted beeswax candles
rag wool scarves and mittens
a fully stocked refrigerator filled with fruits, vegetables, cheese, and wine
a three-car garage
ingredients on hand to make cookies
diamonds, rubies, sapphires– and garnets, even if they’re only semi-precious
comfortable furniture that coordinates nicely, but doesn’t look all matchy-matchy
lazy Sunday afternoons
•What inspired you this past week? Feel free to use a quote, a photo, a story, or even a combination.
I find everyday observational humor inspiring because it makes me laugh, not cry, at reality. So when I stumbled upon the following Shopping Cart Alignment Chart by Rob Beschizza at boingboing, and couldn’t stop laughing, I was inspired.
And because I’m a forthright blogger, I will freely tell you who I am according to this chart. I’m never LAWFUL GOOD, but instead vacillate between CHAOTIC GOOD [which gives me more joy than it should] and CHAOTIC NEUTRAL.
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Catch up with everyone else who is answering Cee’s Share Your World Questions this week by clicking HERE.
Yep, that’s how long it took from our first meeting in early March with the remodeling company planner guy to the last day in late August with the finisher guys making it all look perfect.
Kind of makes you think that HGTV shows might not be telling you the truth about how remodeling projects in the real world get done, doesn’t it?
But I digress…
Here are some photos* of how everything [finally] looks now that we have a new master bathroom, laundry room, and updated TV room fireplace. We love the results, and couldn’t be happier that we took this wild ride– despite all the difficulties and absurdities along the way.