Mission accomplished -- almost

The house is painted and I love the colors -- Coconut Cream Pie with Persimmon and Cape Royale. The unexpected rain (or something) made some of the paint on the trim bubble, so that has to be taken care of, and I have to restore my decorative items. I had the shutters removed and am thinking of putting sunbursts or planters with trellises in their place, and I'd like a new porchlight, and of course now I have no excuse not to tackle the landscaping. It's endless, isn't it -- home ownership? Beats the alternatives, though.

Overload

I'm in the middle of getting my house painted -- all the doors and windows are sealed shut by masking tape; the fumes inside and out are starting to affect my eyes and mind; the cats have disappeared except for plaintive cries from bushes just over the fence; noises of people clomping around on my roof, paint spray compressors and power washers and Spanish conversation and the doorbell ringing every five minutes with a question from the foreman -- do I want this piece of wood thrown away? Is Coconut Cream Pie really the color I want the main stucco painted? This wood trim appears to have termite damage, could I call the guy to get an estimate of the replacement cost? I would leave the house except when I do other stuff happens like mysterious loads of wood get delivered. Somehow somebody wrote down the wrong phone numbers for my home and cell, and so all appearances from workmen are a surprise. And yes, I have corrected this numerous times, I thought.

Meanwhile, I tried to upload my photos from my iPhone onto my computer, and was rewarded with two dozen anime porn photos (from the cloud, I presume) appearing and all my own photos vanishing, along with all my iPhone contacts and most of my apps. Jeffrey may have figured out what happened, but we haven't figured out how to retrieve the missing goodies.

My brother finally left for Arkansas, and I'm all weepy about that, plus I have various stuff I couldn't bear to have him throw away, his old dryer, some furniture, crafts supplies up the yin-yang, heaped in my garage waiting for time and energy to arrange. School has started, and since one of the teachers unexpectedly quit, I'm subbing for a week or two until they hire a new one (not me) and I'm taking care of not-quite-step-grandkids now and then and again....

I think I've hit overload. I can handle it, as long as I am able to step back once in awhile, observe
and laugh. And maybe remember how to spell "No".