The House seems to agree
Our house has started renovating itself, it seems. It hears us planning and scheming and plotting about which wall we will knock down first, and appears to be fully on board.
First and foremost, chunks of plaster scattered around are common place, as Jake borrowed two oak doors and their frames from downstairs for the upstairs bedrooms, leaving exposed lath and plaster right where people are most likely to bump into it. I figure everything we sweep out now is stuff we don't have to shovel out later, right?
Then there was some leaking water in the kitchen ceiling that was a mystery until Jake and Dean put green water down the toilet, blue water down the sink and red water down the tub, thus revealing the tub as the culprit (nothing like a little logistical reasoning!), resulting in this hole in the ceiling.
And then the other day, the dimmer knob for the dining room broke off, leaving us with this charming peg to painfully twist when we need light in the dining room.
See? We're getting there, one piece at a time.
In other news, I've been tackling the wedding stuff hard and am deep in that political battle that is wedding invites, which I've seen from the outside with many other couples, but am now experiencing first hand. It sucks, especially when space is limited. How do people feel about squishing 10 to a table that seats 8? Ok? Fire codes? What fire codes? *head in hands*
9 teaching days left, friends. NINE. Less than double-digits! Whoop!
First and foremost, chunks of plaster scattered around are common place, as Jake borrowed two oak doors and their frames from downstairs for the upstairs bedrooms, leaving exposed lath and plaster right where people are most likely to bump into it. I figure everything we sweep out now is stuff we don't have to shovel out later, right?
Then there was some leaking water in the kitchen ceiling that was a mystery until Jake and Dean put green water down the toilet, blue water down the sink and red water down the tub, thus revealing the tub as the culprit (nothing like a little logistical reasoning!), resulting in this hole in the ceiling.
And then the other day, the dimmer knob for the dining room broke off, leaving us with this charming peg to painfully twist when we need light in the dining room.
See? We're getting there, one piece at a time.
In other news, I've been tackling the wedding stuff hard and am deep in that political battle that is wedding invites, which I've seen from the outside with many other couples, but am now experiencing first hand. It sucks, especially when space is limited. How do people feel about squishing 10 to a table that seats 8? Ok? Fire codes? What fire codes? *head in hands*
9 teaching days left, friends. NINE. Less than double-digits! Whoop!
Comments
Post a Comment