Idle Chatter...

Shortly after I posted yesterday, the plumber showed up...and didn't leave until nearly 6:00pm.  I won't go into my frustration at the interruptions--from him and/or my curious dogs--because the guy was working on my wretched bathroom after all.  He fixed both sinks, and my nemesis, that frigging California spa tub, and even if it seemed to take an inordinate amount of time, he did the best job ever!! 
 
I keep going in and fondling the fixtures--the gleaming, beautiful, new fixtures that don't drip, or leak water on the counters, or do anything other than look perfect.
 
Here's a shot of one sink--and in the mirror, a small glimpse of the space-wasting monstrosity of a bathtub.  In reality, the thing is as long as the whole wall and totally pointless, though the dogs do love their Olympic-sized swimming pool...

A close-up, because I just totally love the clean style and the sparkle, and the thrill in turning the faucet...and the water actually stops flowing!!  What a brilliant concept...

So, even though having the dogs and the plumber seriously screw with my writing, in the end I couldn't be happier that another Money Pit issue can be crossed off my list.
 
Before I settled down to write after the guy left, the boys and I did our mile walk to the mail box.  Coming back, climbing up my steep driveway, the sky was coloring everything an intense orange, so I raced up the stairs, grabbed my camera, and went out onto the front deck.

Can you see that odd beam of light in the middle of the sunset?  It was really pronounced when I first saw it, but had already begun to fade in the two minutes it took me to get outside...

Here's a closer view, though still, I wish I'd gotten the shot about two minutes earlier.  It was hard to figure if the light was beaming down, or shooting up.  Either way, it was a beautiful, though curious sunset...

Because of plumbers and sunsets, dogs and interruptions, I was writing until far later into the evening than I wanted to, though did manage to redeem myself a bit after Sunday's crap word count.  Unfortunately, I seem to have painted myself into a corner with the plot and can't quite figure out this one teeny, tiny little problem--which will become a monumental rampaging bull elephant if I don't find a solution.

So, on that note, it's time to stop procrastinating and get to work.  Hopefully the answer will come in a blinding burst of inspiration, though for the life of me, I can't see a way out of this corner other than repainting the floor...

Buggers...