Soul to the world

I got my keys to the house yesterday. Of course, I'm going to New Orleans for a wedding tomorrow, so all preparations are put on hold until next week. Have to get the locks changed (no reflection on the sellers; they're wonderful and will probably be around to visit and receive divided irises later this summer), paint the purple room a color less purple (actually don't mind the purple, but it's too, er, stimulating for an office), do a little work on the floors.

And priority number one, as identified by my mother, is to install blinds and curtains. The house came with some nice window treatments, especially the lovely, gauzy green and yellow sheers in the LR and DR. But, I will add mini-blinds to the LR since it faces front, next to the front door. Mom's special phrase for vulnerability due to lack of window treatment is "soul to the world."

I admit I like to cover the windows late at night b/c otherwise the imaginary skulker can look in and see me doing the mundane things I do when I'm alone. But mom is exaggerated in her worries. She's talking bedsheets over windows for the interim. These are the moments when I start getting claustrophobic and feel the need to start yelling. Also when she asks for a key but promises not to come over if I'm not there, then in the next breath talks about taking a friend, unannounced, to see my sister's house.

It's going to be interesting!