Eighth of an Acre Bounty

So we have a blue room, or at least we had a blue room. So named for Gary’s OCD tendencies when choosing paint colors this room sports 3 different shades of blue named November Skies, Downpour Blue and First Snowfall (see the theme yet?).  After all the paint was up on the walls I complained that it looked like we were expecting (not something on my list of priorities in this lifetime). Gary’s solution to this was to buy a lightswitch cover replica of Picasso’s Blue Nude, he says it makes all the difference in transforming it to a grown-up room, because look – theres a naked lady!

This is the smallest bedroom in our house and does triple duty holding our upright freezer, overflow bookcases, a queen bed for visitors and all of the other stuff we don’t have a place for elsewhere in the house.  Currently part of that overflow includes a 6.5 gallon bucket full of fermenting Hard Cider. It seemed the logical choice as it is one of the warmest rooms in the house and I wanted to keep the fermentation going. It is also not used so much that we would be tripping over the bucket every day. And it was great, for the first two days or so.

And now, oh god – the smell. It smells like a drunk tank in there, and not a cool, crisp smelling gin drunk – nooo this is a drunk that was earned on cheap malt liquor. This room is right next to my office, I work from home and do believe I am loaded by 10am just from the fumes. I’m a little concerned the smell is going to soak into the spare mattress we have in there, convincing our houseguests that they are sleeping in the hangover lair forever after.