I’m not too sure about this latest development, Dad. Didn’t we already have enough going on here to disrupt everything, and by everything, I mean our lives? And now this?
First, the noisy bathroom work has gone on for weeks and weeks. Then, another contactor stopped by to give a bid on ceiling repairs and poked around a bit. Someone from some big box repair store made all kinds of clumping noises going from room to room measuring windows when all that was really needed was one dinky-little window blind replacement.
Outside, a new sprinkler shut-down service company came out and walked the entire Colehaus grounds, taking notes on sprinkler behavior, and apparently, some kitties didn’t like that the guy kept blocking prime bird-viewing windows.
Anytime you think you want to go out there, Quint, and give that guy a piece of your mind just let us know!
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Mom’s taking Wednesday off from blogging to help workers with the bathroom redo. We’ll be back on Friday, we hope with updated bathroom photos.
Pia, were you just ripping up more of that couch??
Huh? What? This old thing? Wasn’t me, Dad.
Our pleather couch is pretty shredded. To be honest, someone could come along and have a rip-roaring shred fest and we probably wouldn’t notice any difference. But as Mom says, we are not replacing this couch while cats still rule this house, despite how much the cats wish we would.
Our main bathroom shower fixtures are hooked up and installed. Everything works like it’s supposed to. Our shower doors are due to arrive any day now and that installation will probably take a day and a half. Meanwhile, the room’s new baseboards have been installed and painted, the ceiling has a fresh coat of white, and talks are underway for replacing the ratty window frame surround. Sometime later in the month and as the very last thing done for this room, a fresh set of blinds will go up. The original blinds, while being dated and old with all the dust and grime twenty-three years can bring, were broken by the ServePro demolition guys and it became a matter of our word against theirs with them walking away free and clear of responsibility.
Next week, Mom’s taking two days off work to help wrap up this bathroom project. She also hopes to get more painting done while mulling over what to do with a few items she’d like to find homes for: A small guitar amp (never used) – 10 bucks, a box of toy trains, tracks and parts – 10 bucks, and a 1960’s King Koin working gumball machine with a yellowed, cracked plastic bin, a bad spray paint job, and no locking key – 10 bucks. Seems a shame to just donate these to goodwill who will turn around and sell them, yet we can’t seem to find any takers elsewhere.
So, fair warning, posts may or may not be spotty next week. Mom always says that and then, she’ll write up posts like crazy. No one can figure out Moms, right Tessa?
Mom’s kITten “We all meow down here” Pennywise/IT tribute t-shirt she wore to work on Halloween Monday went over the heads of everyone, save one. No one understood it even after it was explained to them. She works with fine people forty-plus years her junior and apparently, Scream and Get Out are the only scary movies ever made. *sigh*
