16 weeks after my argument with the table saw, here is where we are. A shortened fore finger and a shortened and misshapen middle finger. In the hospital they called that my long finger. Well, it might have BEEN my long finger, but it is STILL my middle finger. Typing is a PAIN!! I am down to using my ring finger for pretty much all left hand keys. And it misses a whole lot. I hope this doesn't gross you out. I never got very excited about it. Doesn't help. I can't bring them back.
3.30.2007
Where we live
I got the grass cut today after my last visit with the hand therapist. My fingers are doing much better, but I think the road to reasonable usefulness is still quite long and not so straight. I took some pictures of the house today and the local countryside from two streets over. The little village of Mount Sidney lies on the western edge of the Shenandoah Valley, pretty close to halfway between Harrisonburg, home of JMU & EMU, and Staunton, home of MBC.
Route 11 runs north and south right through the middle of Mount Sidney, and is known as the Valley Road. This road is a road with much early American history associated with it. It began as the Great Warrior Path stretching from New York to the Carolina's. Later early German and Scots-Irish settlers used the "road" to emigrate from Pennsylvania to the central Shenandoah Valley and south through the Carolina's into Georgia, about 800 miles.
During the Civil War, both the Northern and Southern armies used the Valley road for troop movement and supply route.
More info than you were looking for, right? Anyway, Route 11, as it is known locally these days, continues to carry a lot of local traffic and is the main access to many little towns and villages along the way.
Mount Sidney only has one church within the village, but several around the outskirts. There is only one blinking traffic light which is always yellow for the Route 11 traffic. There is only one place to get gas, a Texaco station where you can also get a varity of essentials. There is a very small strip mall with a few businesses. There is one manufacuring facility that employees people in a couple of shifts. No schools or medical facilities. But it is a nice place to come home to.
Here are some pictures of our house and Daniel our dog, and the view from just two streets over. When I said we are on the edge of the valley, I wasn't kidding.



We are only visitors in Daniel's home.
Route 11 runs north and south right through the middle of Mount Sidney, and is known as the Valley Road. This road is a road with much early American history associated with it. It began as the Great Warrior Path stretching from New York to the Carolina's. Later early German and Scots-Irish settlers used the "road" to emigrate from Pennsylvania to the central Shenandoah Valley and south through the Carolina's into Georgia, about 800 miles.
During the Civil War, both the Northern and Southern armies used the Valley road for troop movement and supply route.
More info than you were looking for, right? Anyway, Route 11, as it is known locally these days, continues to carry a lot of local traffic and is the main access to many little towns and villages along the way.
Mount Sidney only has one church within the village, but several around the outskirts. There is only one blinking traffic light which is always yellow for the Route 11 traffic. There is only one place to get gas, a Texaco station where you can also get a varity of essentials. There is a very small strip mall with a few businesses. There is one manufacuring facility that employees people in a couple of shifts. No schools or medical facilities. But it is a nice place to come home to.
Here are some pictures of our house and Daniel our dog, and the view from just two streets over. When I said we are on the edge of the valley, I wasn't kidding.
We are only visitors in Daniel's home.
3.29.2007
Wild Thursday
Work was amazing today. I had one customer that came in for $900 worth of lumber. EVERY piece had to be closely examined. Took me and Travis two hours to get him out the door. Two hours we did not have. Boy was the zone manager hot. Not much you can do, though. I can't believe the things people expect. I had a guy that wanted a 3/4"X4X8 sheet of plywood cut into 2 3/4 strips lengthwise. Geezy peezy people, buy a saw!!
Saw a number of folks picking up garbage along the interstate the last few days, and the truck picking the bags of garbage up today. My hat's off to them. I'd like to cut off a finger or toe of every litterer for each piece of garbage they toss out their windows. What are they thinking? It's their countryside, too.
Sorry. Life is good. Why we can't do things to help others is beyond me.
Saw a number of folks picking up garbage along the interstate the last few days, and the truck picking the bags of garbage up today. My hat's off to them. I'd like to cut off a finger or toe of every litterer for each piece of garbage they toss out their windows. What are they thinking? It's their countryside, too.
Sorry. Life is good. Why we can't do things to help others is beyond me.
3.28.2007
All of the family
Well, all of the family as of now. Chad and Lesa are going to change that soon. But new little Miss Catlett will be pictured here then. Jill wanted them to name her Ivory so she could name her's Ebony. I just hope they live together in harmony.

Anyway, here is the whole family at Todd and Diana's wedding. Another beautiful bride in the family.

Web cam

I now have a web cam.
So If you are interested in "camming," let me know. Tonight I was invited to go back to Argentina to help with computer networking at the Nazarene seminary in Pilar. I think I am going to decline. I have the trip to Addis Abada coming up, and with my limited time and resources I am going to concentrate on Kima, Kenya as my missions outreach. Everyone should have somewhere with someone that they can feel connected to and support. I won't mention here who the someone is, but my somewhere is Kima International School of Theology, Kima, Kenya. Or as it is known, KIST, Kima, Kenya. My very own KKK to support. But a much better organization than that santanic US version of the KKK.
Pictures
I am waiting on a picture from Todd that includes Diana. They got married in Oct 06. This picture is from Chad and Lesa's wedding, Sept 05. From left to right, Todd, me, Georgiann, Lesa, Chad and Jill. I really don't know why Diana wan't included. As soon as I get a pic from Todd, I'll post it here.
Work
Work is killing me. I was alone in the lumber department after 4:00 this afternoon. Worked until 11:15 trying to get the department back into shape. I will never understand why most shoppers believe that someone in the store should clean up their messes. I can't remember ever tearing up the merchandise and leaving things all over the store in the wrong places. And some that come into my store are rude about it.
Anyway, looks like I will have a shot at a team leadership position real soon. I've only been there just short of 18 weeks. 124 days to be exact. 4 months, 2 short of the requirement, but the HR person told me we could use work experience from my former jobs. So I am going to shoot for it.
Had my "90 day" review yesterday and the managment team seem very pleased with my work ethic and had high praise for me. Too bad the county school was run by such morons. Oh well. Water under the bridge. Dirty, putrid water.
I get excited every time I think about these two granddaughters. Lesa is such a sweetheart and Chad has grown up so much since meeting her. I think they will make great parents. And Jill bringing in a baby that will have love and opportunities that she might not have received at home in Addis Abada makes me proud and excited as well.
When Randy and Deborah began their process to adopt Kaili from China I was excited for them, as well. I had to watch from the sidelines but I wanted to be a part of that process so much. Kaili is so beautiful and I know that Randy and Deborah will love her and make her life incredible.
I think it means so much when people will open their homes to children who are not their own and love them AS their own. I know we loved Ruth Ann and Jamie, my adopted Korean sisters, just like they were blood kin.
Off work tomorrow, so I hope to get my wiring done in the study, lights installed, holes patched and maybe the rest of the wallpaper done. Have to work Thursday, but off again Friday. Might get the paint on and start the beadboard around the bottom. I'll endeavor to post pictures.
More later.
Anyway, looks like I will have a shot at a team leadership position real soon. I've only been there just short of 18 weeks. 124 days to be exact. 4 months, 2 short of the requirement, but the HR person told me we could use work experience from my former jobs. So I am going to shoot for it.
Had my "90 day" review yesterday and the managment team seem very pleased with my work ethic and had high praise for me. Too bad the county school was run by such morons. Oh well. Water under the bridge. Dirty, putrid water.
I get excited every time I think about these two granddaughters. Lesa is such a sweetheart and Chad has grown up so much since meeting her. I think they will make great parents. And Jill bringing in a baby that will have love and opportunities that she might not have received at home in Addis Abada makes me proud and excited as well.
When Randy and Deborah began their process to adopt Kaili from China I was excited for them, as well. I had to watch from the sidelines but I wanted to be a part of that process so much. Kaili is so beautiful and I know that Randy and Deborah will love her and make her life incredible.
I think it means so much when people will open their homes to children who are not their own and love them AS their own. I know we loved Ruth Ann and Jamie, my adopted Korean sisters, just like they were blood kin.
Off work tomorrow, so I hope to get my wiring done in the study, lights installed, holes patched and maybe the rest of the wallpaper done. Have to work Thursday, but off again Friday. Might get the paint on and start the beadboard around the bottom. I'll endeavor to post pictures.
More later.
3.27.2007
Study progress
Georgiann and I have put up over 3/4 of the wallpaper in the third bedroom that will be my office. It is a heavily embossed paper that I am going to paint in the hopes of it looking like leather. Right now I need to finish a little wiring into the attic so I can vary the brightness of the recessed lighting over the desk.
Last night and today I have been working on my cross that I want to inlay in the floor among the 12" African Katanga Copper tile. They are high relief and look like stone. The colors here are NOT accurate, just for clarity purposes. The main part of the cross will either be Yellow Pine, Birch or Oak. Just not sure yet. Covered with a spar varnish hopefully to seal it against wear.
I had hoped to have it finished by now, but this shift work is still making me want to sleep all of the time. (Don't have an excuse for my pre-Lowe's days.) Like today. This morning, I had a disturbing dream about a maternal side family reunion being held in Okmulgee (in Oklahoma for those of you who don't know my background.) I was trying to get pictures of each family represented only to discover most weren't interested. Plus several were missing. It seemed like the place had been transported to another country, definitely third world (where else? I've only been to third world countries mostly.) I remember that because there were a lot of very dark skinned children that I didn't know.
I do remember being told that one uncle and his family had not come in spite of not being far away. I can remember bursting into tears because I had wanted to see them. The family was complete, except for the ones mentioned, even three that are deceased. One looked nothing like they did in life, and seemed to have undergone a name change as well. Same name, body build, looks and mannerisms as a friend of mine who lives in Ohio and has never, I would guess, heard of the Newberry family.
I have a very weired mind, and it gets scarier when I sleep. I guess I better not go to bed with or keep any sharp instruments near my bed.
Enjoy. Stay tuned, should have news of a grandaughter here in just over 2 months. Then another one in 10 to 14 months. Jill has a very rare condition called extenu gestationities. Coupled with immaculate out of body conception. Oh, and the process of the condition darkens the skin tones of the baby.
3.20.2007
Personal revelation on Revelation
Revelation 1:4 ‘John to the seven churches that are in Asia.’ Want to know why you don’t understand Revelation? BECAUSE IT WASN’T WRITTEN TO YOU! Even though John was being inspired by the Holy Spirit to write, the letter was written to a specific audience, at a specific moment in time, which collectively had a specific knowledge base. The symbolism escapes modern day interpretation because we do not have the specific knowledge base.
We have, as a result of the council at Carthage in 387 A.D., the scriptures as we know them today. It was through the leadership of the Catholic Church and it’s bishops that the cannon of the Holy Scriptures came together. Just 24 years prior to that council, the council of Laodicea in 363 A.D. decreed that only canonized books of the old and new Testament were to be read in the churches. There is an ongoing debate as to whether the Catholic Church simply acquiesced to common usage of scripture. The scriptures were time stamped by their first publication, mostly hand written on scrolls. They have since been altered, arranged, paraphrased, interrupted, commented, and explained. But without insight into the mindset and thought process of the original audiences, we can only guess at original meaning.
That doesn’t mean we can’t come pretty close. But I personally don’t think we will ever know who is closest. Not on this earth at least, and in heaven or hell who will care?
Nor am I inclined to see it as fundamentally important to my response to the scriptures. What does concern me is that people want to use the scriptures to interpret everything around them.
To me, the scriptures are simply a love letter from God to his creation. It is a great insight into the life of Jesus and the early church. It is, to me, entirely a guide book for a personal relationship between man and God. It is NOT a history book. It is NOT an earth science book. It is NOT a book about how any of what we know came to be, or how we will become NOT to be.
My dream is that people who support Christian faiths would stop using scripture to disprove evolution, and that others would stop bashing creation. The truth lies somewhere far beyond either camp.
The earth is far older than fundamentalist can comprehend, and it is going to be here far longer than they can imagine. The world is not coming to an end this year, this generation, this decade, or this millennium. I used to believe, as many did, that the earth’s orbit would decay over time and the earth would fall into the sun. Scientist say no, because of the distance the earth is from the sun and the tiny size of the earth in relation to the sun. That is the great beauty of the creator. We are never going to figure it out. And ANY concept we have is inherently flawed by our humanity. The decaying orbit was a “neat” concept, because it gave an answer to the consumption by fire concept. But it isn’t true. Nor are any of our other stabs at describing the beginning, end, and progression of all we know.
Please stop using the rhetoric of Jesus returning “soon” as motivation. Jesus return is, as all of scripture, to be interrupted in spiritual terms. There will be no literal battle of Armageddon with the blood running as deep as the horse’s bridles. In the first place, wars will never again be fought on horseback, and second, there is not that much blood collectively in every creature on the earth. The battle of Armageddon began at the cross and is fought every day. If you are missing the battle you will surely miss the victory.
If you have never been introduced to Howard J. Van Till and his book “The 4th Day” you have missed what I believe is one of the best books ever written on scripture interpretation in a natural world. It is heavy reading if you haven’t had some college math and physics. Even having both, I struggled a bit, but hung with it and emerged with the first clear insight into reconciling my faith with physical observation.
I think one’s interpretation of the scriptures is one of the fiercest debated issues among Christians of differing denominational affiliations. Some even argue that one cannot hold a private interpretation; that understanding must come from the Holy Spirit.
Again I resort to my defense of individual experiences influencing individual understanding. The Holy Spirit cannot enlighten us about something in which we have no baseline of comprehension. Just as John could not write about things he could not understand, we cannot understand what we have no knowledge of.
In time, I may totally change my prospective on this, but for now it is the way I understand it.
I continue to hold to the premise that it is my response to Jesus each moment that determines my relationship with Him. That takes very little understanding of scripture and it certainly does not involve me knowing or comprehending how we got here, or how we are leaving. Debates on those topics to me are becoming superfluous.
Hope I have not stepped on anyone’s toes. My very deepest apologies if I have.
We have, as a result of the council at Carthage in 387 A.D., the scriptures as we know them today. It was through the leadership of the Catholic Church and it’s bishops that the cannon of the Holy Scriptures came together. Just 24 years prior to that council, the council of Laodicea in 363 A.D. decreed that only canonized books of the old and new Testament were to be read in the churches. There is an ongoing debate as to whether the Catholic Church simply acquiesced to common usage of scripture. The scriptures were time stamped by their first publication, mostly hand written on scrolls. They have since been altered, arranged, paraphrased, interrupted, commented, and explained. But without insight into the mindset and thought process of the original audiences, we can only guess at original meaning.
That doesn’t mean we can’t come pretty close. But I personally don’t think we will ever know who is closest. Not on this earth at least, and in heaven or hell who will care?
Nor am I inclined to see it as fundamentally important to my response to the scriptures. What does concern me is that people want to use the scriptures to interpret everything around them.
To me, the scriptures are simply a love letter from God to his creation. It is a great insight into the life of Jesus and the early church. It is, to me, entirely a guide book for a personal relationship between man and God. It is NOT a history book. It is NOT an earth science book. It is NOT a book about how any of what we know came to be, or how we will become NOT to be.
My dream is that people who support Christian faiths would stop using scripture to disprove evolution, and that others would stop bashing creation. The truth lies somewhere far beyond either camp.
The earth is far older than fundamentalist can comprehend, and it is going to be here far longer than they can imagine. The world is not coming to an end this year, this generation, this decade, or this millennium. I used to believe, as many did, that the earth’s orbit would decay over time and the earth would fall into the sun. Scientist say no, because of the distance the earth is from the sun and the tiny size of the earth in relation to the sun. That is the great beauty of the creator. We are never going to figure it out. And ANY concept we have is inherently flawed by our humanity. The decaying orbit was a “neat” concept, because it gave an answer to the consumption by fire concept. But it isn’t true. Nor are any of our other stabs at describing the beginning, end, and progression of all we know.
Please stop using the rhetoric of Jesus returning “soon” as motivation. Jesus return is, as all of scripture, to be interrupted in spiritual terms. There will be no literal battle of Armageddon with the blood running as deep as the horse’s bridles. In the first place, wars will never again be fought on horseback, and second, there is not that much blood collectively in every creature on the earth. The battle of Armageddon began at the cross and is fought every day. If you are missing the battle you will surely miss the victory.
If you have never been introduced to Howard J. Van Till and his book “The 4th Day” you have missed what I believe is one of the best books ever written on scripture interpretation in a natural world. It is heavy reading if you haven’t had some college math and physics. Even having both, I struggled a bit, but hung with it and emerged with the first clear insight into reconciling my faith with physical observation.
I think one’s interpretation of the scriptures is one of the fiercest debated issues among Christians of differing denominational affiliations. Some even argue that one cannot hold a private interpretation; that understanding must come from the Holy Spirit.
Again I resort to my defense of individual experiences influencing individual understanding. The Holy Spirit cannot enlighten us about something in which we have no baseline of comprehension. Just as John could not write about things he could not understand, we cannot understand what we have no knowledge of.
In time, I may totally change my prospective on this, but for now it is the way I understand it.
I continue to hold to the premise that it is my response to Jesus each moment that determines my relationship with Him. That takes very little understanding of scripture and it certainly does not involve me knowing or comprehending how we got here, or how we are leaving. Debates on those topics to me are becoming superfluous.
Hope I have not stepped on anyone’s toes. My very deepest apologies if I have.
3.13.2007
Exciting news
I grabbed this from an Email Jill sent all of us today. It is quite exciting to us. And particularly for me because I am going to Ethiopia with her!!
Jill wrote:
"Well, my application has been sent in and I should know within two weeks whether things are ready to go (preliminarily--it that a word?). Once I get approval, I get to start with my home study and gathering all my documents for immigration and visas, etc. (the great paper chase, they call it). After all my paperwork is complete, it will take about 2-6 months to get a referral (that's adoption-speak for "here's the kid we picked out for you"). And then another couple months to get ready to travel and then go and get the kid. All told I could have a child by the end of the year (not realistic--but a sliver of a possibility) but more likely it will be late next spring, early summer or fall (Ethiopian courts are closed from July to mid-Sept, so no adoptions can be finalized during that period). Of course, none of this can get off the ground until the agency gets their final set of signatures from the Ethiopian Ministry of Justice (any day now!). But I can go ahead and start the paper chase before then."
Chad and Lesa will have their little girl in June, Jill will have her little girl sometime by next summer, hopefully. I guess we now wait on Todd and Diana. No pressure.
I will endeavor to keep you posted.
Jill wrote:
"Well, my application has been sent in and I should know within two weeks whether things are ready to go (preliminarily--it that a word?). Once I get approval, I get to start with my home study and gathering all my documents for immigration and visas, etc. (the great paper chase, they call it). After all my paperwork is complete, it will take about 2-6 months to get a referral (that's adoption-speak for "here's the kid we picked out for you"). And then another couple months to get ready to travel and then go and get the kid. All told I could have a child by the end of the year (not realistic--but a sliver of a possibility) but more likely it will be late next spring, early summer or fall (Ethiopian courts are closed from July to mid-Sept, so no adoptions can be finalized during that period). Of course, none of this can get off the ground until the agency gets their final set of signatures from the Ethiopian Ministry of Justice (any day now!). But I can go ahead and start the paper chase before then."
Chad and Lesa will have their little girl in June, Jill will have her little girl sometime by next summer, hopefully. I guess we now wait on Todd and Diana. No pressure.
I will endeavor to keep you posted.
3.12.2007
Wrong questions Christians ask
I have been dwelling on a couple of things that most people find no harm in, even faithful church attendees and people very involved in congregational structure. There are several of them but in order to not hit on anyone’s “hot buttons” I am not going to single out any. Rather I will leave what you can do between you and the Holy Spirit. If you are not acquainted with and in tune with the presence and leadership of the Holy Spirit, anything that I say will only be my opinion verses yours anyway.
I had one of those chance encounters today, and in just a few minutes of conversation I was impressed to not voice my opinion on some favorite targets of Christians that carry Winchester Model 70 Custom Scriptureshooters.
Partly because I was convicted that I was guilty of sighting in my own Model 70 and I really should be beating it into a plowshare. And partly because I was reminded that it really isn’t my place to put others in their place.
Gardens are grown with the use of simple plows that gently lift the soil and turn it to the light of the sun rather than stealth bombs that widely scatter much of the fertile top soil on impact and create holes in hearts and lives.
Long ago I was introduced to the phrase, “Love the sinner, but hate the sin.” To be one with Christ, I must do all I can to put sin away. 1 John 3:5 reads in the KJV “And ye know that he was manifested to take away our sins; and in him is NO SIN.” (My emphasis).
But what is sin to me, is not to everyone. Here is one I will point out. Alcohol consumption. I do not drink alcohol because of two terrible events in my life. That does not mean that I am opposed to a drink with dinner or socially. Wine and cheese with the right company and the right conversation, for example. In fact, if ever offered again, I can’t say what my response will be. But, in general, because of the two situations from my childhood, I choose to abstain. Is it sin to me? I think it would depend on the situation.
If you wonder what God will tolerate, try reading through the Old Testament books of I Chronicles and Psalms. If we believe what we claim about an unchanging God, David sure pushed the envelope to the break point. I only have ONE wife and NO concubines. Currently.
This chance encounter today made me long for some real theological dialog again. I plan to try to pick that back up with this person very soon. I have missed it keenly.
So what are the wrong questions Christians ask? I believe it is always a sign of shallow living when a Christian will begin a question with “Do you believe a Christian can …” if there is doubt in YOUR mind, then I would say YOU can’t do it, and keep a peaceful relationship with God. Every time you want to pray or worship or commune with God you will have this “thing” in front of you. That has been my experience and the experience of many others that I have had this dialog with. In order to keep the communication channel completely open and unfettered it is my opinion that we must live as far FROM the appearance of sin as possible.
I invite your comments. I gain much from those who thoughtfully discuss their experience in living their Christian faith.
Email me at bwcatlett@comcast.net, call me at 540 836 9480, or mail me at 30 Eastover Blvd, Mount Sidney, VA 24467.
Blessings.
I had one of those chance encounters today, and in just a few minutes of conversation I was impressed to not voice my opinion on some favorite targets of Christians that carry Winchester Model 70 Custom Scriptureshooters.
Partly because I was convicted that I was guilty of sighting in my own Model 70 and I really should be beating it into a plowshare. And partly because I was reminded that it really isn’t my place to put others in their place.
Gardens are grown with the use of simple plows that gently lift the soil and turn it to the light of the sun rather than stealth bombs that widely scatter much of the fertile top soil on impact and create holes in hearts and lives.
Long ago I was introduced to the phrase, “Love the sinner, but hate the sin.” To be one with Christ, I must do all I can to put sin away. 1 John 3:5 reads in the KJV “And ye know that he was manifested to take away our sins; and in him is NO SIN.” (My emphasis).
But what is sin to me, is not to everyone. Here is one I will point out. Alcohol consumption. I do not drink alcohol because of two terrible events in my life. That does not mean that I am opposed to a drink with dinner or socially. Wine and cheese with the right company and the right conversation, for example. In fact, if ever offered again, I can’t say what my response will be. But, in general, because of the two situations from my childhood, I choose to abstain. Is it sin to me? I think it would depend on the situation.
If you wonder what God will tolerate, try reading through the Old Testament books of I Chronicles and Psalms. If we believe what we claim about an unchanging God, David sure pushed the envelope to the break point. I only have ONE wife and NO concubines. Currently.
This chance encounter today made me long for some real theological dialog again. I plan to try to pick that back up with this person very soon. I have missed it keenly.
So what are the wrong questions Christians ask? I believe it is always a sign of shallow living when a Christian will begin a question with “Do you believe a Christian can …” if there is doubt in YOUR mind, then I would say YOU can’t do it, and keep a peaceful relationship with God. Every time you want to pray or worship or commune with God you will have this “thing” in front of you. That has been my experience and the experience of many others that I have had this dialog with. In order to keep the communication channel completely open and unfettered it is my opinion that we must live as far FROM the appearance of sin as possible.
I invite your comments. I gain much from those who thoughtfully discuss their experience in living their Christian faith.
Email me at bwcatlett@comcast.net, call me at 540 836 9480, or mail me at 30 Eastover Blvd, Mount Sidney, VA 24467.
Blessings.
Study Update
I have been very remiss in keeping up with my blog. A number of factors have entered the equation, but all of them were variables. For those of you who have had math, especially Calculus or above, you know that an equation with no resolvable real integers also has no real solution. Since I was not successful at finding real values to hold to, I have decided to put it behind me and with faith that no good or evil deed goes unpunished, and go forward.
I finished stripping the third bedroom this past week and have started working on making a unique office for my quiet times and study times. I have decided on a stone tile to put on the floor. It is called Katanga Copper African Slate Ceramic.
You can see it here: http://www.lowes.com. Under key word type in Katanga Copper. I wanted to create a design of my own, but have opted instead to inlay a Celtic cross made of different woods and sealed so that it won’t scuff or wear. Georgiann said, “Oh great. Try selling a three bedroom home with a Celtic cross in the middle of the floor.” Actually, she said Byzantine, because I was mistakenly calling it a Byzantine cross. I knew in my mind what I want it to look like, just didn’t know what it was called specifically. Another flaw in my Christian education that I hope to rectify.
I have also decided on wall covering. The first 34 inches of wall, from the bottom up, will be covered by ¼ inch thick boards of variable width. All the way from about an inch to 9 ½ inches. The reason for the upper width limit is the depth my table saw can cut. Yes, I am back to using my table saw. And trust me, not only am I well aware of where my fingers are; I really miss those that left us so suddenly.
The boards, base and chair rail will all be painted a sand color, and I am hoping to scatter handfuls of sand into the paint before it completely dries. Just throw it on the wall. In a sweeping motion. Not all over. Just in streaks. Give it a dust bowl effect. Something from my roots. I grew up with sand in my teeth. The upper part of the walls will be papered with a deep texture paper which in turn will be painted to look like leather. The crown will be painted the same color as the walls. Hopefully it will blend in subtly. I was going to put in a copper colored tin ceiling, but not now. Maybe not at all. I will have recessed can lighting as well as a fan with a chandelier.
It is going to be a lengthy process, but if it turns out, it will be uniquely mine. Unique enough to prevent its sale, but that won’t be my worry.
I finished stripping the third bedroom this past week and have started working on making a unique office for my quiet times and study times. I have decided on a stone tile to put on the floor. It is called Katanga Copper African Slate Ceramic.
You can see it here: http://www.lowes.com. Under key word type in Katanga Copper. I wanted to create a design of my own, but have opted instead to inlay a Celtic cross made of different woods and sealed so that it won’t scuff or wear. Georgiann said, “Oh great. Try selling a three bedroom home with a Celtic cross in the middle of the floor.” Actually, she said Byzantine, because I was mistakenly calling it a Byzantine cross. I knew in my mind what I want it to look like, just didn’t know what it was called specifically. Another flaw in my Christian education that I hope to rectify.
I have also decided on wall covering. The first 34 inches of wall, from the bottom up, will be covered by ¼ inch thick boards of variable width. All the way from about an inch to 9 ½ inches. The reason for the upper width limit is the depth my table saw can cut. Yes, I am back to using my table saw. And trust me, not only am I well aware of where my fingers are; I really miss those that left us so suddenly.
The boards, base and chair rail will all be painted a sand color, and I am hoping to scatter handfuls of sand into the paint before it completely dries. Just throw it on the wall. In a sweeping motion. Not all over. Just in streaks. Give it a dust bowl effect. Something from my roots. I grew up with sand in my teeth. The upper part of the walls will be papered with a deep texture paper which in turn will be painted to look like leather. The crown will be painted the same color as the walls. Hopefully it will blend in subtly. I was going to put in a copper colored tin ceiling, but not now. Maybe not at all. I will have recessed can lighting as well as a fan with a chandelier.
It is going to be a lengthy process, but if it turns out, it will be uniquely mine. Unique enough to prevent its sale, but that won’t be my worry.
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