I have the new floors. Of the wood.
Well, okay, so they’re not totally new, but they’re not carpeted, and I’m sort of ecstatic about that.
Wanna see? Like in the horribly blurry and not at all clear iPhone photo kind of way? Well here you go:
Okay, so that’s the floor and the cat. But that floor, it was carpeted a week ago. It’s like magic!
Middle room, what is the tv room/library. Shiny!
Front bedroom, what is the studio. It now has more bookshelves in it, and eventually a drafting table and some other crap. I kind of wish I could part with the other crap, since the room is so open and clean, but I use all the other crap.
At the moment, the big bedroom is drying, because there was this bit:
Which was a big rotten spot by the window that had been filled with wood putty, and we had to get the floor guy back to repair it. Which he did this afternoon. I’m really itching to get all the bedroom stuff back in there, since it looks like we run a thrift store out of our house at the moment. A junky, disorganized thrift store, where you can’t actually find anything, and sort of makes you give up looking. At least I know where my underpants are (they’re in the dining room).
The USAA insurance inspector guy wished us “good luck moving in,” and I didn’t have the heart to tell him we’ve lived here for two years. Just moving in sounds so much more legitimate (and less loser-y) than having lived in this weird thrift store for two years. In all truthfulness, it doesn’t normally look like this, but I am currently keeping the clean silverware in a cup on the counter, since I can’t get to the drawer where we usually keep it. It’s like camping! Only without the camping part.
On a more productive note, we wrapped the big project I’ve been working on at work, I’m putting the final touches on the freelance job I’ve been doing, and I punched holes in the soles of the turnshoes I’ve been making. This morning we went to Home Depot and bought two ceiling fans for the front bedrooms (which are stuffy and fan-less), and the husband is working on installing them (plus working on his cursing vocabulary).
To top it all off, I used my minimal Spanish skills to communicate with the floor guy and his wife. My Spanish consists of “Quieren agua,” “quieren mas agua” “el agua es aqui,” “si tu quiere mas agua, yo tengo aqi,” “hola,” “gracias,” and “gracias por todo del bueno travajo.” Strangely, I couldn’t remember “adios” until just now, probably because I was concentrating on “agua” so hard. And yes, I realize that my Spanish is pretty broken. I’m pleased that I remember what I learned in the third grade.
Tomorrow I will probably organize things back into place and pattern some costume parts for DragonCon. And I’m going to do it under a ceiling fan.