We drove by the house today to admire the windows and found the workers scurrying like ants all over the roof... we're getting a new roof as well.... and I was again amazed at the energy these guys were putting into rebuilding my home.
Now just yesterday I mentioned to the builder (who looks about 12) that I don't care WHAT people say about the hispanics/latinos that come to this country but I have found them to be hard workers and am willing to slap anyone who wants to argue with me. These guys are working their asses off. They all greet me with smiles and a murmured hello and go about their jobs. They do actually eat a lunch, we arrived at their lunch time yesterday but took only a half hour before they were at it again. The builder said that he agrees with my assessment and that the young white guys just don't want ot do that hard of a job but his crew take it all on happily. All legal may I say and taxpayers.
So that dragged my thoughtz to other times when I've seen this ethnic type at work. Take a road grew. Say white guys and blacka nd what do you see? All the guys save one are standing around and watching what one guy is doing. Pass a crew of hispanics (what IS the proper title?) and you see all but one guy working and the guy that isn't working is, in a way, because he is holding the flag.
Not all hispanics etc are hard workers just as all whites aren't but this is what I see and I have noticed. .
So since we really don't hav eany money to tip these guys or buy them lunch (there are 8 of them) I told the builder to tell the guys that if there is anything in the dumpster or in the back yard that can be recycled and put some extra money in their pockets they are to take it with our blessings. I know that all of the old window frames are aluminum so that's a start. I also had a sewing machine that came down from the attic that I have never used and don't know what kind of condition its in. That's been sitting on the porch ever since I left it for trash and I guess that the guys didn't want to throw away something good of mine. I told the builder that if any of the guys want it for his wife etc they could have that as will with the understanding that I have no idea of its condition. Not much but my way of saying thank you.
So still talking about the house, I had pulled out of a magazine this interpretation of Russian kitchen cabinets where each panel of each cabinet sports a different tole painting design. I love the look of that so I cut it out and glues it into m y ever handy notebook. So i scurried up to the builder (who doesn't want us to call him Mister) and told him this is what I wanted... ta da! He took one look, gulped then went white beneath his tan till I took pity on him and told him I was kidding. Cabinets with handles are enough for me.
So then I had another thought... aren't you glad you don't live in my head... that we had a sudden infestation of mice in our house right before the fire and were they all roasted meaning the pull apart the insides guys found all of these little micey bodies or did the mice take a lesson from their rat cousins and desert the house al la Pied Piper fashion. Or did they know earlier than we did that the house was burning and were the first to escape, via the way they got INTO the house. I have a picture in my mind of the two cats zooming out of the house in the midst of a mouse stampede. It was a fire... so why are the mice in my head wearing life jackets?
Sometimes my head makes no sense.
So until the next episode.. Stay odd you little nutballs you
Wednesday, June 6, 2012
Monday, June 4, 2012
Ztuff
We had a hellacious rainstorm the other day where the rain actually came sideways. There was a tornado alert which wouldn't have bothered me if we were home, but I hadn't even thought about finding a safe place in the rental house. The only spot I could find was under the steps in the basement and when I told Old Poop it was the only place because of the location of the furnace and water heater was where the best corner would be and I didn't want to be scalded and or blown up. He blinked and asked if it was the correct corner. Sometimes I swear I exist in only my own mind which would explain why the Old Poop never hears me and all along I thought he was simply ignoring me.
So, if I do exist in my own head, I would like wings, thank you very much.
We took the dogz to the house on Saturday. The minute I told them they were going bye bye the were standing at the back gate and ready to go. We had to wait for the Old pOop to do whatever it is Old PooPs do that takes so long and not once did either dog so much as move a muscle. Collared and leashed we opened the gate and they went right to the car. Charlie sits in the front seat like a person while Kali is a little more restless in the back seat beside me but I noticed that the closer we got to home the more excited she tended to get. She knew we were going home.
We let the dogs in the house so they could see what was going on but the minute little dog next door barked for them, they were out of the house in a flash. We stayed for a long visit and the dogs crashed when we got back to the rental and didn't move. I am really looking forward to that doggy door we are going to get in the basement door. Frankly my legs are killing me from my spectacular fall two saturdays ago and those endless trips up and down the steps from the craft room to let the dogs in and out. They really have been very very good. Better than I have been.
I actually got a bit creative the other day tho I must admit that I kinds copied something I saw on the internet. It's a polymer clay totem kind of figure and when Maureen Carlson made hers, hers were pretty. Mine are oddish, of course. It felt good to finally make something that I like, tho I am not certain that the creativity will hang around. I really do hope so.
No pics... still don't have a camera and no extra $$ right now to buy one. I have a phone that takes pics only I can't seem to take a pic of what I want but have a number of lovely shots of the inside of my purse.
I found a kindred spirit on The Experience Project. Her house fire was the day after mine. She lost her cats and the pics she posted of the remains of her house make me realise how lucky we were. She and I email back and forth sharing our woes etc. It's what I need because I didn't want to keep loading my crap on my friends who have lives of their own and don't have to hear me whine. In fact, I get tired of hearing me whine.
And there is no cheese with that whine either. Or maybe their was and the dogz ate it.
Speaking of ate and eat and eating... I made my first pot roast yesterday. Yes, I'm older than dirt, have been married forever, and never made a pot roast. The Old poop doesn't like pot roast so I don't make it but said the heck with it yesterday and threw a hunk of beef in the crock pot with veggies etc and let it do it's own thing.
Guess what? The Old Poop likes pot roast. So do the dogz who had a feast this morning with bits of fat and potatoes and onions and the juice it all cooked in. Charlie licked his lips so much I'm surprised he didn't lick them right off.
So that's it for Monday in Oddz Bodkinz land. Stay Odd my friendz.
So, if I do exist in my own head, I would like wings, thank you very much.
We took the dogz to the house on Saturday. The minute I told them they were going bye bye the were standing at the back gate and ready to go. We had to wait for the Old pOop to do whatever it is Old PooPs do that takes so long and not once did either dog so much as move a muscle. Collared and leashed we opened the gate and they went right to the car. Charlie sits in the front seat like a person while Kali is a little more restless in the back seat beside me but I noticed that the closer we got to home the more excited she tended to get. She knew we were going home.
We let the dogs in the house so they could see what was going on but the minute little dog next door barked for them, they were out of the house in a flash. We stayed for a long visit and the dogs crashed when we got back to the rental and didn't move. I am really looking forward to that doggy door we are going to get in the basement door. Frankly my legs are killing me from my spectacular fall two saturdays ago and those endless trips up and down the steps from the craft room to let the dogs in and out. They really have been very very good. Better than I have been.
I actually got a bit creative the other day tho I must admit that I kinds copied something I saw on the internet. It's a polymer clay totem kind of figure and when Maureen Carlson made hers, hers were pretty. Mine are oddish, of course. It felt good to finally make something that I like, tho I am not certain that the creativity will hang around. I really do hope so.
No pics... still don't have a camera and no extra $$ right now to buy one. I have a phone that takes pics only I can't seem to take a pic of what I want but have a number of lovely shots of the inside of my purse.
I found a kindred spirit on The Experience Project. Her house fire was the day after mine. She lost her cats and the pics she posted of the remains of her house make me realise how lucky we were. She and I email back and forth sharing our woes etc. It's what I need because I didn't want to keep loading my crap on my friends who have lives of their own and don't have to hear me whine. In fact, I get tired of hearing me whine.
And there is no cheese with that whine either. Or maybe their was and the dogz ate it.
Speaking of ate and eat and eating... I made my first pot roast yesterday. Yes, I'm older than dirt, have been married forever, and never made a pot roast. The Old poop doesn't like pot roast so I don't make it but said the heck with it yesterday and threw a hunk of beef in the crock pot with veggies etc and let it do it's own thing.
Guess what? The Old Poop likes pot roast. So do the dogz who had a feast this morning with bits of fat and potatoes and onions and the juice it all cooked in. Charlie licked his lips so much I'm surprised he didn't lick them right off.
So that's it for Monday in Oddz Bodkinz land. Stay Odd my friendz.
Thursday, May 31, 2012
Neighborz
Just a look at the neighborz in the rental neighborhood.
We have a love seat under the front window when I like to stretch out with my computer on my lap and I can look out the big front window and watch the world go by.
Across the street is Visor Woman. She wear a visor each and every day even when it's cloudy. She one of those skinny old lady types with a cane who mows her lawn every other day. She was even mowing IN THE RAIN with her visor and her ELECTRIC lawn mower. She has a dog, a reddish colored doberman who must be incredibly old or terribly depressed. I have never seen a dog so listless. Anyhow Visor woman... perhaps she should be Vizor woman, doesn't like her next door neighbor Broom Guy. She's always flicking bits of who knows what onto his grass. I'll get to broom guy later. Vizor woman dusts her car each and every day and one day when it was raining she was watering her tree..... her tree's leaves. Yep there she stood, in the rain, hose nozzle raised and, what I can only suspectm was cleaning the leaves of her tree.
Then there is broom guy. I sat there and watched him walk up his walk, unlock his door, set his groceries inside and then spent who know how long, picking who knows what off the bottom of his flip flops. Now the door is open, he's standing in the middle of the door frame flicking stuff off the bottom of his flip flop onto his porch. Once that was done and anything in his bag that was frozen defrosted, he set his clean soled flip flops beside the door, returned outside in a pair of shoes and then swept the bits of whatever off his porch, then off his step, the down the side walk to the gutter where he then swept all the leaves and grass clippings down the gutter and around the corner where he picked up the leavings and dropped it all on HIS next door neighbor's lawn... Invisible Guy! Then Broom man goes back to his porch, where he takes off his shoes puts his flip flops back on and then picks the blades of whatever off the soles of his shoes. Holy mother of god. Yes I sat and watched simply because I could NOT believe it. And just this past Sunday, he apparently couldn't get the whatever off the bottom of his flip flops and became exasperated and threw the both of them into a bush which meant he had to go back into the house to get his shoes.
Invizible guy is just that. His shades never go up or down, I rarely see a light on tho I did see him leave the house once and he cut his lawn once. Other than that INVIZIBLE GUY!!
The next door neighbors of ours are clean freakz. My god, all they seem to do is clean. The old folkz next door on our left wash down their deck and gave us some kind of bleach thing to use on our cement because one of the dogz poop there and who knows what germs with erupt. The younger woman on the other side had a day when everyone was out of her house and she spent it CLEANING!!! There's not so much as a blade of grass out of line. We cut our rental grass but I don't bother weeding the flower beds hoping that Kali and Charlie will run through them enough to wear the weeds down to nothing. Then the household next to younger neighbors has one of those solid prefab white fences that she washed down with soapy water and then rinsed with a hose.
Now, I am not the greatest housekeeper in the world. In fact I wouldn't even consider myself good so you can imagine that these neighborz give me the creeping ghoulies. I want to shout at them to get a life. To do something for themselves that deosn't require bleach or scrubbing or ammonia. Read a book, have a beer, do anything. I think if they ever saw my true lawn at home with the waist high grass, they would faint dead away. Well, maybe not. That would just clutter up the place.
We visited home yesterday to see how far they have gotten on our rebuild. Plumbing is in and has been inspected by the county. We now have a tub only the water hasn't been turned back on. We have a bathroom sink but it's in the dumpster with a big chunk broken out of it.
The electrical boxes are up and most are wired. the doodads for the ceiling fans are in the ceiling and ready for the fans. The rooms are roughed out. The closet in my craft room is going to be much smaller than what it was but it gives me more room. The basement seems larger than upstairs and Josh will have two big rooms, a full bathroom and an ell where he can put a bar if he wants. In face the plumber has run a pipe to that area so that if Josh wants to install a wet bar the pipes are there. Upstairs there is the piping for our automatic ice maker refrigerator. Also the opening for the new sliding doors is cut and ready for them to build our deck.
so that's it from my neck of the woodz.
We have a love seat under the front window when I like to stretch out with my computer on my lap and I can look out the big front window and watch the world go by.
Across the street is Visor Woman. She wear a visor each and every day even when it's cloudy. She one of those skinny old lady types with a cane who mows her lawn every other day. She was even mowing IN THE RAIN with her visor and her ELECTRIC lawn mower. She has a dog, a reddish colored doberman who must be incredibly old or terribly depressed. I have never seen a dog so listless. Anyhow Visor woman... perhaps she should be Vizor woman, doesn't like her next door neighbor Broom Guy. She's always flicking bits of who knows what onto his grass. I'll get to broom guy later. Vizor woman dusts her car each and every day and one day when it was raining she was watering her tree..... her tree's leaves. Yep there she stood, in the rain, hose nozzle raised and, what I can only suspectm was cleaning the leaves of her tree.
Then there is broom guy. I sat there and watched him walk up his walk, unlock his door, set his groceries inside and then spent who know how long, picking who knows what off the bottom of his flip flops. Now the door is open, he's standing in the middle of the door frame flicking stuff off the bottom of his flip flop onto his porch. Once that was done and anything in his bag that was frozen defrosted, he set his clean soled flip flops beside the door, returned outside in a pair of shoes and then swept the bits of whatever off his porch, then off his step, the down the side walk to the gutter where he then swept all the leaves and grass clippings down the gutter and around the corner where he picked up the leavings and dropped it all on HIS next door neighbor's lawn... Invisible Guy! Then Broom man goes back to his porch, where he takes off his shoes puts his flip flops back on and then picks the blades of whatever off the soles of his shoes. Holy mother of god. Yes I sat and watched simply because I could NOT believe it. And just this past Sunday, he apparently couldn't get the whatever off the bottom of his flip flops and became exasperated and threw the both of them into a bush which meant he had to go back into the house to get his shoes.
Invizible guy is just that. His shades never go up or down, I rarely see a light on tho I did see him leave the house once and he cut his lawn once. Other than that INVIZIBLE GUY!!
The next door neighbors of ours are clean freakz. My god, all they seem to do is clean. The old folkz next door on our left wash down their deck and gave us some kind of bleach thing to use on our cement because one of the dogz poop there and who knows what germs with erupt. The younger woman on the other side had a day when everyone was out of her house and she spent it CLEANING!!! There's not so much as a blade of grass out of line. We cut our rental grass but I don't bother weeding the flower beds hoping that Kali and Charlie will run through them enough to wear the weeds down to nothing. Then the household next to younger neighbors has one of those solid prefab white fences that she washed down with soapy water and then rinsed with a hose.
Now, I am not the greatest housekeeper in the world. In fact I wouldn't even consider myself good so you can imagine that these neighborz give me the creeping ghoulies. I want to shout at them to get a life. To do something for themselves that deosn't require bleach or scrubbing or ammonia. Read a book, have a beer, do anything. I think if they ever saw my true lawn at home with the waist high grass, they would faint dead away. Well, maybe not. That would just clutter up the place.
We visited home yesterday to see how far they have gotten on our rebuild. Plumbing is in and has been inspected by the county. We now have a tub only the water hasn't been turned back on. We have a bathroom sink but it's in the dumpster with a big chunk broken out of it.
The electrical boxes are up and most are wired. the doodads for the ceiling fans are in the ceiling and ready for the fans. The rooms are roughed out. The closet in my craft room is going to be much smaller than what it was but it gives me more room. The basement seems larger than upstairs and Josh will have two big rooms, a full bathroom and an ell where he can put a bar if he wants. In face the plumber has run a pipe to that area so that if Josh wants to install a wet bar the pipes are there. Upstairs there is the piping for our automatic ice maker refrigerator. Also the opening for the new sliding doors is cut and ready for them to build our deck.
so that's it from my neck of the woodz.
Wednesday, May 30, 2012
The Bluez
I was doing so well with this whole house thing but suddenly this morning I am so down in the dumps there's three miles of garbage piled on top of me.
I have no patience, I never have and this whole house rebuild, while speeding along isn't speeding along fast enough for me. I've been in the row house for more than a month and it STILL feels as if I'm in a hotel someplace. It's not mine. Not the furniture, not the pictures, not the pots or the pans or the silver or the shower curtain or the rugs on the floor. None of it is mine and it weighs on my mind whenever something gets scratched or dented or spotted and I suck at housework.
I want to go home. To my little little blue house where I can be me and can relax. Where I can have what little I have around me. I want it NOW! In my best Baruca Salt manner. I want to go home. My home. NOW
I have no patience, I never have and this whole house rebuild, while speeding along isn't speeding along fast enough for me. I've been in the row house for more than a month and it STILL feels as if I'm in a hotel someplace. It's not mine. Not the furniture, not the pictures, not the pots or the pans or the silver or the shower curtain or the rugs on the floor. None of it is mine and it weighs on my mind whenever something gets scratched or dented or spotted and I suck at housework.
I want to go home. To my little little blue house where I can be me and can relax. Where I can have what little I have around me. I want it NOW! In my best Baruca Salt manner. I want to go home. My home. NOW
Tuesday, May 29, 2012
Is it July yet?
The builders are galloping toward finishing the house in July. Of course, we then have to have the county come in an inspect and who knows how long that will take. I'm trying to NOT get too excited for fear that something will happen and I won't be in my house in July. That would bruise an already broken heart.
The row house is nice. The neighbors are nice. The little boy next door just thinks I am the greatest thing since pizza mostly, I think, because I use the word poop and he thinks that hysterical. Of course, he's only about 2 but it is nice to have a fan.
I think the reason I don't like the row house is because I can't make it mine and I am itching to make something mine. I've poster tac'd things to the wall in the craft room and have my table there so messy it looks almost like home except for those Pumpkin eater walls. I put up some removable wall stickers downstairs which helps a bit. I never realized before this how important it is to me to put my stamp on things.
I found some great fabric that I want to use in the house. I'm thinking of making my own bed head board using that fabric, stuffing and some beading but I can't even work on that, because I don't know how big a bed I am getting. The bedrooms are small at home and so I thought a full or maybe a twin, but a twin might be too small and I'll spend the rest of my life falling out of bed.
Speaking of falling.... sigh... gravity will never be my friend. I was being silly Friday night and making fart sounds with my bare feet on the wooden floors when suddenly I'm face down on the floor with no sensation of actually falling. Michael AKA the old Poop yelled "Oh my god!" and then he and Charlie were there each trying to push the other aside. I managed to get myself up but OUCH!!!. So I was hobbling all weekend nearly in tears when I had to climb the stairs in the row house. Even my hands hurt to the point where I had to cancel claying with my neighbors, something I was looking forward to for days, nor could I walk well. So despite the holiday I went no place for those three days and I still hurt. I have promised the oLd Poop and myself that I will make no more floor fart noises. I make no promises however about any other fart noises.
I think I have the house colors chosen. I'm talking interior. Old Poop says Josh can pick the siding color and, knowing Josh, he'd pick purple. I'm still waiting for Ikea to send me a catalog so I can look at furniture. Hey, I'm ready to get moving and don't want to wait until the last minute.
What will I do when house fire/rebuild is no longer in my head, when all is done and we are settled again? I suppose I'll have to find another obsession. I obsess so well.
So that's it for now. Thanks for coming along on the ride with me. As bumpy as it is.
The row house is nice. The neighbors are nice. The little boy next door just thinks I am the greatest thing since pizza mostly, I think, because I use the word poop and he thinks that hysterical. Of course, he's only about 2 but it is nice to have a fan.
I think the reason I don't like the row house is because I can't make it mine and I am itching to make something mine. I've poster tac'd things to the wall in the craft room and have my table there so messy it looks almost like home except for those Pumpkin eater walls. I put up some removable wall stickers downstairs which helps a bit. I never realized before this how important it is to me to put my stamp on things.
I found some great fabric that I want to use in the house. I'm thinking of making my own bed head board using that fabric, stuffing and some beading but I can't even work on that, because I don't know how big a bed I am getting. The bedrooms are small at home and so I thought a full or maybe a twin, but a twin might be too small and I'll spend the rest of my life falling out of bed.
Speaking of falling.... sigh... gravity will never be my friend. I was being silly Friday night and making fart sounds with my bare feet on the wooden floors when suddenly I'm face down on the floor with no sensation of actually falling. Michael AKA the old Poop yelled "Oh my god!" and then he and Charlie were there each trying to push the other aside. I managed to get myself up but OUCH!!!. So I was hobbling all weekend nearly in tears when I had to climb the stairs in the row house. Even my hands hurt to the point where I had to cancel claying with my neighbors, something I was looking forward to for days, nor could I walk well. So despite the holiday I went no place for those three days and I still hurt. I have promised the oLd Poop and myself that I will make no more floor fart noises. I make no promises however about any other fart noises.
I think I have the house colors chosen. I'm talking interior. Old Poop says Josh can pick the siding color and, knowing Josh, he'd pick purple. I'm still waiting for Ikea to send me a catalog so I can look at furniture. Hey, I'm ready to get moving and don't want to wait until the last minute.
What will I do when house fire/rebuild is no longer in my head, when all is done and we are settled again? I suppose I'll have to find another obsession. I obsess so well.
So that's it for now. Thanks for coming along on the ride with me. As bumpy as it is.
Tuesday, May 22, 2012
Tuezday
We stopped at the house yesterday to see what had been done and when I walked into the door the place seemed oddly bright even tho the only light coming in was from the opened kitchen door. yesterday, however I could see everything right to the back of the house. All the interior wood had been sprayed with something white and I'm sure that helped along with the fact that there are no walls except the exterior ones.
I stood there for the longest time, my mind trying to tell me something but failing and then the old Poop speaks up and says "It's so small".
BINGO! Was my house ALWAYS that small or perhaps it was only to be dry cleaned and it shrunk under the weight of the water pumped in by the fire department? This house is smaller than the town house, much smaller. Do I care? I've lived in it for 30 years and never noticed it was SO SMALL but the yard is SO BIG plus there will be a deck and we're getting someone to dig up the bamboo rapidly approaching the house and then will spread wildflower seeds all over the churned up yard for next spring. Imagine me sitting on my deck overlooking the wildflowers and the dogs with enough bamboo left to make their life interesting as they explore the yard each morning.
So now I'm thinking I've been getting myself all topsy turvey over refurnishing the house for nothing. The house is small so how much do I need? Whew.. one thing off my mind. Now if only I had an ikea catalog then I could have my house furnished at least in my head. Of course, I have to wait till the insurance company pays off, hopefully it won't be too long.
So that's it for the Tuezday catch up on the great house rebuild of 2012. What will I have to angst over once it's done? I'm sure I will find something.
At least my life isn't boring but, to tell the truth, I think I would enjoy boring, if just for a bit.
Boredom, bring it on.
I stood there for the longest time, my mind trying to tell me something but failing and then the old Poop speaks up and says "It's so small".
BINGO! Was my house ALWAYS that small or perhaps it was only to be dry cleaned and it shrunk under the weight of the water pumped in by the fire department? This house is smaller than the town house, much smaller. Do I care? I've lived in it for 30 years and never noticed it was SO SMALL but the yard is SO BIG plus there will be a deck and we're getting someone to dig up the bamboo rapidly approaching the house and then will spread wildflower seeds all over the churned up yard for next spring. Imagine me sitting on my deck overlooking the wildflowers and the dogs with enough bamboo left to make their life interesting as they explore the yard each morning.
So now I'm thinking I've been getting myself all topsy turvey over refurnishing the house for nothing. The house is small so how much do I need? Whew.. one thing off my mind. Now if only I had an ikea catalog then I could have my house furnished at least in my head. Of course, I have to wait till the insurance company pays off, hopefully it won't be too long.
So that's it for the Tuezday catch up on the great house rebuild of 2012. What will I have to angst over once it's done? I'm sure I will find something.
At least my life isn't boring but, to tell the truth, I think I would enjoy boring, if just for a bit.
Boredom, bring it on.
Monday, May 21, 2012
Yet another rebuild update
According to Josh, aka oldest son, the interior of the house no longer smells like the inside of a grill. Some kind of gray substance has been sprayed onto the existing wood and new sub flooring is down and the wall studs are in waiting for insulation and dry wall. Do they put insulation between dry wall and the exterior, I don't know, all I care is that the stud beams are a good sign.
Today is the plumber who will replace all the pipes, which have already been stripped from the house and then the electrician. I just cannot believe how fast this is going. I've picked counters and counter tops, no stone, thank you, and most of the room colors and have figured out the we want a water thing and an ice maker on the door of the fridge. Maybe I should be more particular but a fridge is a fridge and a stove a stove and the lest I have to fart around with it the better. Same for the washer and dryer. Unless the washer gathers up the clothes it washes then hands it off to the dryer and then the dryer folds and puts everything away then the simpler the machine the better.
I also do not care what kind of knobs are on things or finishes or the grain in the wood. All I care about it the colors. I have some screwy color ideas too but I wouldn't want to drive the men crazy with girly decorations and colors.
If the workers keep up this pace and things we need to order come in time, we may be in my mid-july as the builder is saying now.
I've just turned in the corrected inventory and a running total of our paper receipts. Now we wait and see how much they gave us. Serv Pro gave us a list that added up to more than we are insured for so I am hoping for that full amount. We need everything.
This has been an adventure, not one I wish to repeat. Good things have happened too. Friends have gifted me with so much craft stuff that I am as happy as a pig in slop. If I could get inspired that would be great but maybe that has to wait until I get back home. Just Saturday, I was in my favorite store ARTWAY in Damascus and the wonderful clerk there... we always chat away like two old friends... heard my tale of woe, gave me a hug and slipped a little something in my bag... a gift certificate for $55.00!!! Hotchie Mama! I'll wait till they get into their new premises and then go spend. Cashiers in MIchaels have given me a small discount, other people have offered anything I need. It's hard to accept, since I am always trying to give, I suppose I have to learn to receive as well. It's just too danged hard.
Speaking of pigs reminded me that we passed a sign yesterday that offered lambs for sale (pigs, lambs, farm animals) and I could just see the look on the neighbors of the rental house's faces if I came in carrying a lamb. It is a cute idea and would give Kali something to herd but sheep are really rather dim and I don't know if the cute factor would outweigh the dumb factor. Still.... lambs. Something to think about. baaaaaaaaa
Today is the plumber who will replace all the pipes, which have already been stripped from the house and then the electrician. I just cannot believe how fast this is going. I've picked counters and counter tops, no stone, thank you, and most of the room colors and have figured out the we want a water thing and an ice maker on the door of the fridge. Maybe I should be more particular but a fridge is a fridge and a stove a stove and the lest I have to fart around with it the better. Same for the washer and dryer. Unless the washer gathers up the clothes it washes then hands it off to the dryer and then the dryer folds and puts everything away then the simpler the machine the better.
I also do not care what kind of knobs are on things or finishes or the grain in the wood. All I care about it the colors. I have some screwy color ideas too but I wouldn't want to drive the men crazy with girly decorations and colors.
If the workers keep up this pace and things we need to order come in time, we may be in my mid-july as the builder is saying now.
I've just turned in the corrected inventory and a running total of our paper receipts. Now we wait and see how much they gave us. Serv Pro gave us a list that added up to more than we are insured for so I am hoping for that full amount. We need everything.
This has been an adventure, not one I wish to repeat. Good things have happened too. Friends have gifted me with so much craft stuff that I am as happy as a pig in slop. If I could get inspired that would be great but maybe that has to wait until I get back home. Just Saturday, I was in my favorite store ARTWAY in Damascus and the wonderful clerk there... we always chat away like two old friends... heard my tale of woe, gave me a hug and slipped a little something in my bag... a gift certificate for $55.00!!! Hotchie Mama! I'll wait till they get into their new premises and then go spend. Cashiers in MIchaels have given me a small discount, other people have offered anything I need. It's hard to accept, since I am always trying to give, I suppose I have to learn to receive as well. It's just too danged hard.
Speaking of pigs reminded me that we passed a sign yesterday that offered lambs for sale (pigs, lambs, farm animals) and I could just see the look on the neighbors of the rental house's faces if I came in carrying a lamb. It is a cute idea and would give Kali something to herd but sheep are really rather dim and I don't know if the cute factor would outweigh the dumb factor. Still.... lambs. Something to think about. baaaaaaaaa
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