State of the Tryst Inn

[trystinn]

Yesterday was an incredibly successful work day here at the Tryst Inn. Deb and I managed to get new drapes hung in both the Living Room (light sage) and Sun Room, aka my Office, (light tan). Our only problem arose when one of the curtain rods was broken, and when returning it we realized they didn't have any others. Damn. Now we wait three weeks for them to get more in. I managed to get Josh's tools put back in the workshop, which seriously needs yet another cleaning and organizing job. *gnashes teeth*

We also re-arranged the entire Living Room into what I hope is a setup that will work for folks. Its much more inviting now, as the room faces the front door, and we've somehow managed to make room for more seating around the coffee table. Its very cozy and inviting, a real conversation room. Sadly, all attempts to find a charming little cafe table and chairs for the Sun Room were moot. Nobody had anything even close: I want old world charm, not modern minimalism.

Today we've got a hell of a lot more to do, mostly errand running: a run to the dump for garbage and recycling, drop off donation items to WAIF's thrift shop, etc.

In other news, we have a new rabbit living in the front yard. Sadly, its a domestic feral not another cottontail. A beautiful little dutch bunny. Dutchie, as we've started calling him/her, loves to visit our Bunhalla buns. We've been trying to catch Dutchie without any luck but will keep trying. I'd hate to think folks are abandoning rabbits in my yard because they know I will take care of them, so I'm choosing to think Dutchie sought us out.

*headdesk*

Comments

Awwww...a little visitor

[kajiracad.livejournal.com]

It is likely Dutchie was dumped, or escaped, but also found your Bunhalla by scent.

When I was a child and we had multiple dog kennels, often we had "visitors" (strays that we imagined some city-folk had dumped) come around. Daddy said they could smelll other dogs from miles away. Bottom line: we couldn't keep them, because the dogs we kept belonged to other (rich) people and their bloodlines (aka credentials) had to be protected. But my daddy usually found them homes, IF we could get our hands on them. Often former pets become so traumatized by being cast out that they can not be rehabilitated...as I'm very sure you totally know already.

Re: Awwww...a little visitor

[tryst-inn.livejournal.com]

We're going to keep trying to catch Dutchie, I'm hoping that continued interaction will calm him down to the point he'll let me pick him up. At this point, I can get within a few feet of him, kneel and hang out a bit. I see him about a dozen or so times a day, so its easy to keep tabs on him.