First things first: It is too late to mail in your ballot. Too late. So, if you’re still hanging on to it, you need to deliver it in person, whether to a ballot box set up by your state, or to the local department of elections, or – as is the case here in NY – to an early voting site, where you can walk right in, drop it off, and leave. Those who were bringing their ballots to our local poll site were allowed to go to the head of the line and quickly drop them off.

Speaking of voting, I’m a huge fan of Mandy Patinkin, who has, along with his wife, been making wonderful videos of their life during lockdown. It was evident that they were staying in a second home somewhere north of the city but that covers a lot of area. He posted a video of them emerging from early voting yesterday and I had to play it a second time. They voted in the same place we did. So, Mandy Patinkin is our neighbor!

Oh my god. Miniatures are fun, yes, and creating a dollhouse or renovating an old dollhouse is satisfying, but, my friends, it can also be a huge pain in the ass. I submit to you yesterday, when I spent almost five house figuring out the best way to add a window.

A bit of back story. I am not a fan of the dollhouses made by Greenfield, which this one is, because they are made of thin plywood which needs to be sanded and things like windows are made cheaply. To be fair, if it’s for a kid, that’s not so much of an issue, but I much prefer dollhouses made byReal Good Toys or vintage dollhouses that have been handmade. The Greenfield trim is always out of scale, there are no window frames that can be easily and cleanly set into the opening. There’s just a few pieces of wood and an acetate fake window. Hummingbird Cottage has acetate windows as well, but there are set into solid frames and they’re done quite subtly.

Since this is a rehab, I had to remove a lot of broken elements. Barbara sent me her Arthur dollhouse kit which has helped enormously. The irony is that I could have used her kit to build a new dollhouse, but my aim, as you know, is to renovate an unloved dollhouse that has been discarded.

I now realize I should have taken photos of the “windows” that came with the kit, but I didn’t. They are acetate with lines drawn on them in white – in this case, the top of the lower portion of the window is represented by a thick white line, and then a fan design at the top in the same white. It looks childish, which is fine if that’s the way you’re going, but not-so-fine if you’re trying to make it realistic and maybe a wee bit elegant.

I tried to find diamond-paned windows but it was next to impossible. You can find them, but none of them fit in the opening. I finally settled on thin sheets of acrylic.

Okay. So yesterday, I painted the parts of the frame and cut a piece of acrylic that matched the size of the acetate windows, thinking it would be the best way to go about this. But, as I learned (having had to trim the window several times) the acrylic glued onto the frame itself made the whole thing uneven and too thick. Very frustrating, as I had to pull it apart several times. FINALLY, I realized that maybe I simply needed to cut the window to match the opening, not to overlap it as would have been done with the acetate, and try my best to pop it in. Thankfully, Barbara’s gift included the very wall of the living room I was working on, so I traced the window opening onto the acrylic.

Oh, and I had to scrap several stabs at windows because I got glue on them. I got glue on this one, as well, but I think it will be okay. It’s not perfect, but at this point, I don’t care. Only I know where the imperfections are.

I’m going to fill in the lines that show the parts of the frame with some spackle and paint the spackle. I’ll also touch up the paint on this window and paint the frame for the other downstairs window (I’ve already popped that window into the opening.)

You learn as you go with this craft. I’ve never had to replace windows. I’ve added windows and doors but in all cases, the windows and doors came in a solid frame, so I didn’t have to go through all of this. I’m not skilled enough to make a whole new window, especially with a curved top. I don’t have the tools.

By the way, the door is the same way. No frame around the door. So I have to find some way to attach it and mini hinges are notoriously hard to work with.

I was so determined to figure it out that I forgot to drink enough water and also forgot to eat lunch. Not good. I’ll be better today.

Stay safe.

Happy Thursday.

I owe you responses to yesterday’s comments. Yesterday was all about voting and I needed to take a break from the blog for the rest of the day. I’ll get to them.

The hours for early voting yesterday were from 12 noon until 8 pm. And it was the one rainless day of the last few days (it’s raining again as I write this.) Let me be frank: In the time of COVID, does anyone else make decisions as to when to run an errand based on not wanting to have to use a public bathroom? We do. We both drink two big mugs of coffee every morning. Using my calculation of liquid consumed vs. my bladder, I quickly realized that Tuesday’s late start meant it would be a good day to go vote.

We got there early, around 11:20, and there was already a line of about 30 people. Everyone wore a mask, though I had to ask one woman to please cover her nose. She apologized and quickly did so. We had some nice conversations with the people around us in line. By the time we’d been in line for about 20 minutes, more and more cars had arrived and the line went all the way down to the street and beyond.

Once the doors opened at noon, things moved rather quickly. I was greatly impressed by the way it was handled. We walked in the door to the voting space, were directed to use hand sanitizer, then to don some gloves that were provided for us, then we signed in at the desk and went to another desk to get our ballot and pen – each ballot tailored for the town the voter lives in – and then we went to a desk where we filled out our ballot. (NY has ballots that are filled out by hand.) Then a quick walk to the machine that receives the ballots, where you can watch the ballot being accepted and recorded, then a final trip to dispose of gloves and another spritz of hand sanitizer. All in all, it took us about 7 or 8 minutes.

We were so happy to have voted!

By the way, I saw Grace Bonney (of Design Sponge fame) in line with her wife, Julia Turschen, as we exited the building. We are neighbors of a sort. I ran into her at our local bank last year and we had a nice chat. Our eyes met on the way out and I could tell she was thinking she knew me from somewhere –  which is pretty good, considering I was masked.

We got home, took showers, had some lunch and collapsed. We realized we were letting go, knowing we had finally voted.

The dreaded S word is on the horizon for this Friday. Temperatures are going to plummet (porch plants will be brought inside) and we might get 1 – 3 inches of the white stuff. I don’t need to tell you my feelings about that forecast, you already know.

Today is a self-care day. No doctor’s appointments, or grocery buying, or voting. Maybe some texting later in the day – though it’s hard to grab new assignments sometimes as there are 50,000 volunteers text banking for Biden and every one of them is eager to do as much for the campaign as they can.

Stay safe.

Happy Wednesday.

I’m not even going to speak about yesterday’s travesty. I get too enraged. You know how I feel. And you absolutely know that you must VOTE.

If you haven’t mailed your ballots in, mail them in today. Kavanaugh and SCOTUS are doing everything they can to block any ballots that are postmarked before the election but received after the election from being counted. Get them in the mail today and better yet, take them and drop them off in person.

We are voting today. Period. Nothing will stop us.

Vote them all out. Every last one of these enablers, these power-hungry public servants who care nothing about our lives, but sure care a lot about controlling women.

See, I’ve started to get enraged again.

Don’s news from the doctor was not good. He was hoping it was tendonitis or something that could be dealt with with some therapy. But the x-rays showed very, very bad arthritis in that finger, so much so that the top joint in his pinky finger has no cushioning between the bones. That’s why he’s in such pain. The guitar technique he has been diligently learning and practicing over the past two years or so involves the use of that finger – a lot. So all of his practice has only made it worse. And there’s nothing that can be done but to wrap the joint and take pain meds. That’s it.

He was very down when he got home. He kept saying he was too young for arthritis but he was in actuality acknowledging that he isn’t young anymore. This means he really can’t play the guitar for a while and when he does, he’ll have to learn a new way to play the pieces that involve that finger.

It’s all relative, of course. There are far worse things. But that doesn’t matter. He’s hurting and I’m hurting for him.

Time to get something to eat and prepare to go to the polls early. They don’t open until noon today. We’re going to get in line and wait. I’m so excited to cast my ballot today.

Stay safe.

Happy Tuesday.