We are getting so close to the end I can taste it. Or perhaps that is the paint fumes and sawdust in the air. The entire downstairs is getting painted this week so that the carpet can be installed next week and we can "move in". We had been using a couple of the rooms as storage so we had to have it moved into the only other space that was available. The apartment. Also known as our living space. I am not going to say it has been easy. Here is what I came home to yesterday:
We are trying to treat it as an adventure. Like the cats. They think this is an amazing step forward. Please pay special notice to how little floor space is available. Great for jumping cats, lame for gangly poodles. The painters made a lot of progress today and, fingers crossed, may finish things up today.
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| guest bathroom patched with primer |
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| all white paint in the "industrial" laundry room |
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| downstairs doors, upstairs will be new black ones |
When Buckley and I get fed up with the paint fumes and lack of floor space, we head upstairs and hang out on the finished (being installed) hardwood floors. In the evening, when the light shines through the plywood boarded windows, it is almost magical.
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| standing in den, looking across the hall to the master bedroom "window" |
Everything is coming together so quickly as we approach the end of Phase 1. We are still without a completed garage, but I really just need the interior done by the end of the month. Things look to be on track for that AND the garage. If not, at least my holiday guests can have a great place to stay even if the parking situation is not ideal.
Speaking of not ideal parking. Michael left my car unlocked the other night and someone went through it. I have nothing of value in the car really except about $4.75 of quarters. The perp took that but the most frustrating thing of all is that they took a storage container from my trunk. The container was filled with Jr. League paperwork and course material for a class I teach. It is of NO value to anyone else. That frustrates me the most because I had to go through the trouble of reprinting and binding my facilitator guide, buy a new plastic bin, and new markers/pens. I bet the perp was pissed to have carried this heavy tub around only to find it filled with papers on "how to be a great volunteer". Jerk. The silver lining is that this incident convinced Michael that we did in fact need an alarm. Like sooner not later. 24 hours later, we had one installed. 9 door breaks, multiple glass shatter alarms, and one fancy looking alarm panel and The House of Leo is secured. Like overly secured. Like cameras are on order to monitor the property secure.
Just try punks. If the attack poodle does not scare you off, this will.
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