The M-Word... New Bathroom...New Pope

I can't believe I was yapping on here about menopause last night. Next I'll be complaining about my arthritis and bunions. I took a tylenol PM and slept 9 hours and felt back to my old self today. That's the key to happiness: getting enough sleep.  That, and wine and chocolate. And good cheese with your wine, and listening to nice music while consuming those things. And good friends, and playing with Nina, and adorable pets, and an awesome family.  And a Big Al. And people who make you laugh.

I really have nothing to complain about.


The bathroom still is not done.  It's more of an addition than a simple bathroom, but, still.  It's been going on for close to 5 months now. I think it might be done by the end of the month.  I just asked to be able to use it by my birthday next month. It's at the fun part- I get to start decorating:

250 year old exposed beam

Commode I found in the attic, which nicely matches the....

....table that I found at my friend's consignment store, which will be the vanity.

And then there's this old stained glass window that an auction house I used to work for was throwing out a long time ago, It's been sitting in my basement, forgotten, until I remembered it the other day!

Doo-dads from the MFA- I like these colors. Might paint the walls that purple color. Or that dark teal.  Or that  deep coral.

Hall outside of bathroom with lots of closets.

Mucho windows, overlooking my gardens. I might have small parties in my new bathroom. 

BIG shower!

Floor and shower tiles.  They cost too much, but are beautiful.

His and hers vessel sinks...

And, lastly: the new Pope. I don't have an opinion about him- I haven't even watched the news yet today. I know he's from Argentina, he's old, and I like his Pope name, for a bunch of reasons.  I hope he does good things for the Church- especially in this country, where it's still recovering from terrible things done by evil people.  

I'm not hip when it comes to what's cool in today's society- I'm a conservative Catholic. Double whammy.  It bothers me less and less as I get older.  It's nice to be a non-conformist- to not be dismissive of God and religion like it's all some kind of silly fantasy.  And to not have the arrogance to think that I have all the answers. I don't know how anyone can.  No one can prove that God doesn't exist, and no one can really prove that He does. The bottom line for me is that having faith gives my life meaning and comforts me when things get hard and makes me try to be a better person. Those aren't bad things.  I feel like, deep down, people without it wish they could believe.  Because not believing would ultimately make this a sad, lonely journey. 

Anyway, I was proud of my Church today- the feeling of community, the people all around the world rejoicing, the carrying on of beautiful traditions. It gives me hope.