Happy New Year, one and all

A peek out into the sunroom this morning revealed what first seemed to be glass bits scattered all over the floor and a spray of barf on the ceiling. My first thought was that New Year's Eve revelers had broken in last night. "Revelers" conjures up an image of party-goers with noise-makers and paper hats roaming the streets in a wild state of mayhem. I mentally pictured drunken revelers wandering up Church Street just after midnight, peering in windows to find just the right place to kick off 2009 by creating chaos that would go down in St. Peter history. "Yup, Ernie, I remember way back in 'ought nine, your great-great grandparents' sun room was the scene of New Year's revelry we haven't seen the likes of since, and aren't likely to ever see again."

The crime scene: The picture I took of the floor with its supposed glass chunks and shards (oops, I almost wrote "sharts") strewn from one end of the room to the other doesn't do justice to the destruction. Neither does the picture of the ceiling, but at least you can see some of the icy, frozen spray stuck there during the wild activity that took place while we peacefully slept. The spray was EVERYWHERE..all down the shades on the patio side of the room, to the top of and half way across the painted wall, as far away as the fireplace, covering the back, top, and seat area of the smaller couch, on and under the table, on the two floor lamps from top to bottom, in both sliding door tracks, and more.

The culprits:

Needless to say, we haven't used the sunroom for a few days because of cold temps. In order to clean up without everything melting and dripping or soaking into fabric and such, I've been out there cleaning up in the cold. I swept up as much of the ice as I could, washed the walls and the ceiling, and have one of the shades cleaned. I'm warmed up now, so it's time to go back out and wash the other pop-soaked shade, do one more sweep of the floor, then warm the room up so the small puddles of cherry Pepsi that are frozen to the floor can melt and I can wash the floor without the water freezing. Hey-- maybe that would be a good idea--we could turn the room into a skating rink.

Ooooohhhhhh..I suddenly had a flashback to a New Year's Day many years ago when a couple of kids I know kicked a can of blue paint down the stairs into the basement. Anybody else remember??