Next time I'll Have A Plan

After five years I'm pretty sure the basement is never going to have finished walls and I reasoned that at least painting the stairs would be a help.
There are two fuzzy cats on the premises and it would have been a good idea to carefully plan how to keep them at bay because simply closing the door at the top of the stairs won't do the trick.
At the last minute I took a "what-the-hell' attitude and began painting.
Every other step, so I could get up and down.

So far so good.
The cats were interested but stood their ground at the top and simply watched me.
Until I got to the Urethane.
The good news is that cats move so fast there was hardly a wet footprint to be seen.
And judging by the bottom step, a lighter paint would have been better to hide adult footprints

My New Baby

This is the newest addition to my orchid collection, a miniature.

I'm off to the hydroponic store to buy T5 lights to see if my flowering gang will thrive under them over the winter.

It's always embarrassing going to that store--no, I don't grow pot in my attic. I grow orchids.
Really.

A New Family

I'm a great grandma again and this picture says it all:
Exhausted mom takes picture of exhausted dad holding thriving infant.

He took his sweet time to get here--three days of knocking on the door but refusing to enter until a surgeon intervened.

Welcome little Daniel--with your sense of drama you'll fit in nicely.