Won’t you take me to… Crazy Town?
Why, yes. Yes, of course, I’ll take you to Crazy Town. Let’s go!
(This post is the last in a multi-part series about building a cat shelter. If you’re just joining me, you’ll want to start here, at the beginning. I promise, it’ll be worth it. I’m an excellent writer.)
The day has finally come! It’s our last trip to Crazy Town. (For this project, I mean. I go to Crazy Town all the time. I’m a regular. I’ve got a time share. It has a guest room, so you can come too.) Anyway, my outdoor cat shelter is finally done, in all its crazy glory, and I’m here to tell you all about it.
I’m Not Kitten Around Over Here…
For the last six weeks, I’ve been spending much of my time in Crazy Town working on building that pawesome outdoor cat shelter I mentioned last month. If you don’t know wtf I’m talking about, you need to go read The Plan post right meow. I’ll wait…
I know it feels like furever ago that I told you about my plan to build a house for my stray cats, but the time has finally come for me to share it with mew. Um, you. This is “The Build” post!
This week, I’m working on building an outdoor cat shelter for our strays. It’s going to be purrfect! I fully expect to be the talk (meow?) of the kitty neighborhood with this little cat crib. I found a bunch of ideas online, but none of them spoke (meowed?) to me, so I decided to design my own. Hey, how hard can it be?
In junior high, I took shop class with Mr. Klahn. Not only was it so much fun, but it was also where I first learned how to use power tools. And just look at me now with the mad skills! It’s a shame so many schools are doing away with shop class. As an adult, I use what I learned in shop way more than I ever use calculus. (I never use calculus.) But, I digress. One of the projects we did was this really cool copper technique and I’d been meaning to try it again. It only took me 30 years to get around to it.
Hey, I’m busy, OK?
Procrastination is in My Blood.
You’re in the right place. I’m going to show you how I built a shadowbox for an heirloom, but first, I want to tell you a little bit about my grandma. Please indulge me. She passed away when I was only four years old. I only have fuzzy, unfocused (aka misty, watercolor) memories of her that I’m not even sure are real.
Still, from all I’ve been told, I feel like she and I are kindred spirits. My creativity comes from her, as does my propensity for procrastination…
The journey to the basement begins with a single step. And then nine more of them.
And, if you’re lucky, you make it there alive…
My Best Friend’s Closet
My BFF and I have been friends since we were 13 years old. I’m not even going to tell you how many years that is (because I like to pretend I’m still a kid and that would destroy the illusion), but this hair sure does have a big mouth…
For the last few months, I’ve been going through all of the boxes I’ve had packed for the last 5 years. I had forgotten about a lot of my stuff. It was sort of like Christmas, except the gifts were wrapped in smelly cardboard, they were all used, and, once I saw them, I did remember them.
I apologize in advance for this post. I know you’ve waited patiently for a whole month for me to write something new and I’m telling you now, this post won’t feel like it was worth the wait. At all. This is the crappiest project I have done so far. I totally forgive you if you want to just skip it.
I needed bookcases. So, in my best booming voice, I said, “LET THERE BE BOOKCASES!” And there were no bookcases. And then I remembered I do not possess the power of God so I’d have to get off my ass and build them. Hey, it was worth a shot. Sometimes I try to will the TV remote into my hand with my Jedi powers. That doesn’t work either.