I had my first visitor! My friend Sandy was passing through, and got to be the first person to receive my tour. She kindly followed me around as I proudly pointed out things like chairs. Working toilets. Things most people don't really think much about, but of which I am very proud. It didn't take long to show her the one room of the Little House, but I dawdled as much as I could, since afterwards, we headed up to the Blue Castle.
Which I've been ignoring a wee bit. I've been filling and decorating the Little House, so I could have a comfy spot to come back to and write and knit in, and entering the larger place just long enough to grab food and clothes (the LH is a little deficient on closet space and kitchens)(deficient in the sense that there are none; not much use for a kitchen in a hair salon).
We poked into all the rooms; I showed her the floor that I had ripped up, the big beautiful kitchen, and the strange writhing bugs that continue to appear every day. We were just about to head out, when I saw a movement from the corner of my eye. "Oh! It's a bird!" Sandy said. A bird? How did a bird get... "No, it's a bat!" she amended. Squeals and running ensued.
What with sonar cababilities and all that, there were no collisions, and he politely flew out while I held the door for him. It was twilight, and time for him to be roving, so I didn't worry much about rabies. Still. Really gotta get going on that chimney. I didn't actually see where he came from, but that must have been it. Because bats in the high up cabinets that I haven't peeked in yet is just not okay. So he came from the chimney, and left before he had a chance to touch anything.
This morning I went back in the house, singing loudly and whacking a mop handle sharply on all the cabinets, then listening for disturbed rustling noises. Nothing. I think he was a loner, hopefully never to return, since I closed up the one place he may have squeezed through on the stove. Bleh.
On a much, much happier note, I visited my LYS today! Of course Local means half an hour up the road, but it's a beautiful drive to Plains, it's closer than Missoula, and it is a lovely place. She had this amazingly soft yarn from Stedfast Yarns, just over in Bonner's Ferry, Idaho, that literally made me drool. Amongst many other drool worthy yarns. She's only been open a short time, and it seems like most of her customers are still beginners, making lots and lots of scarves out of lots and lots of novelty yarn. It was a great place, and she even holds knit nights, amongst the antique sofas she shares her space with. I can't wait!
I finally hunted down someone to take a look at the windows and bathroom floor. He probably can't do the work for a while, of course, but he'll come look tomorrow, and give me a timeline. I have to get cracking; it feels almost like it's going to snow any minute, and I really want to have the place with the wood stove liveable by then, just so I can have the option.
Aw geez, I just went and looked at the thermostat. It's a chilling, get this, 63 degrees. Sheesh. Yeah, it's gonna snow any minute. I'm a wuss. I need woolies. (which I will soon have; thank you Sandy!!)