The shelves are moving apace--not lickety or splickety--but apace. They are level even if the bubble wasn't always perfectly centered (Hey, I'm trying not to be persnickety...)
I have 3 banks of brackets up after much levelage, screwage and cussage. I have one more bracket to go up for this weekend's allotment. Then, lots of patching and painting from where the temporary placement of the shelves for T's visit made permanent marks and holes.
There are more shelves, but, later...
Thanksgiving is coming! We are having a guest! I have to clean!
Saturday, November 21, 2009
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
So Sleeeeeeppppyyyyzzzzzzzzzzzzz
Finally got the new haircut. Now is less straw-broomish. Hair is definitely a tad grayer. It's always been hard to tell with my hair because it's ash blonde (or as my Mom used to say "Dirty Dishwater Brown...thanks Mom) so it always looked kinda silverish. Unlike Rob I'm not sporting full-on glistening silver strands--I'm sort of fading into it.
Also got the flu shot (not the H1N1), my Rx and a card for T. Rob staying home on Wednesday leads me to run around in wild task-completing abandon. Still, thought it would take less time than it did (that's almost always what I think about just about anything that's not fun).
Will lay down.
Will sleep
zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
Also got the flu shot (not the H1N1), my Rx and a card for T. Rob staying home on Wednesday leads me to run around in wild task-completing abandon. Still, thought it would take less time than it did (that's almost always what I think about just about anything that's not fun).
Will lay down.
Will sleep
zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
Sunday, November 8, 2009
Gotta Clean
Long time...
So anyway, I've gotten a lot done these past few weeks. I painted the stairwell--cottage white--and have been redoing the pantry shelves along the side. It looks like the storage place of a proud and civilized people.
I've redone the shelf over the stairs and am waiting on the white brackets to replace the skinny shelves against the left wall. I had to order them on ebay since they are a size outside the norm *grumble* (insert rant about the Lowes and Home Depot duelopoly here).
Today I finished the archaeological dig in the refrigerator. I mean, that thing is glowing with a cleansed and holy light. I even pulled it out and cleaned under/behind it. I EVEN ordered a replacement for one of the crisper drawers that was heat-warped beyond use in the terrible dishwasher disaster of '09.
I refinished the desk in the office; The raised garden is cleared and the trellises folded and neatly nylon-tied for next year. The laundry adventure continues apace.
Why am I working so hard? Thanksgiving? Well, yes. Cuz I should? Yeah, um, sure. The tingle of pride and accomplishment I feel when looking at my finished work? Absolutely. Because Zoe's graduation is coming up and the thought that people from both families will be coming to visit fills me with a cold and prickly dread? Ding! Ding! Ding!
Simply put, I am utterly unable to envision a scenario involving a visit from Rob's family that does not involve overt or semi-cloaked judgment (which, oddly enough is the same as my own self-judgment). I'm already practicing pithy internal comebacks to my own internal put downs. Practicing against friendly fire as it were. I suppose it's good that it's lighting a fire under my nethermost sit-upon regions. So, maybe I shouldn't look my paranoia in the mouth.
I am excited, and I will enjoy seeing so many people I love in one place. I just feel that it will be a referendum on my entire existence as a wife and mother.
So anyway, I've gotten a lot done these past few weeks. I painted the stairwell--cottage white--and have been redoing the pantry shelves along the side. It looks like the storage place of a proud and civilized people.
I've redone the shelf over the stairs and am waiting on the white brackets to replace the skinny shelves against the left wall. I had to order them on ebay since they are a size outside the norm *grumble* (insert rant about the Lowes and Home Depot duelopoly here).
Today I finished the archaeological dig in the refrigerator. I mean, that thing is glowing with a cleansed and holy light. I even pulled it out and cleaned under/behind it. I EVEN ordered a replacement for one of the crisper drawers that was heat-warped beyond use in the terrible dishwasher disaster of '09.
I refinished the desk in the office; The raised garden is cleared and the trellises folded and neatly nylon-tied for next year. The laundry adventure continues apace.
Why am I working so hard? Thanksgiving? Well, yes. Cuz I should? Yeah, um, sure. The tingle of pride and accomplishment I feel when looking at my finished work? Absolutely. Because Zoe's graduation is coming up and the thought that people from both families will be coming to visit fills me with a cold and prickly dread? Ding! Ding! Ding!
Simply put, I am utterly unable to envision a scenario involving a visit from Rob's family that does not involve overt or semi-cloaked judgment (which, oddly enough is the same as my own self-judgment). I'm already practicing pithy internal comebacks to my own internal put downs. Practicing against friendly fire as it were. I suppose it's good that it's lighting a fire under my nethermost sit-upon regions. So, maybe I shouldn't look my paranoia in the mouth.
I am excited, and I will enjoy seeing so many people I love in one place. I just feel that it will be a referendum on my entire existence as a wife and mother.
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