Work Wednesday—NOT at the Farm


Well, while all this remodeling has just been a barrel of laughs, a super fun activity and all that, this week’s post is brought to you by Paperwork.

Sigh.

It’s not bad enough that January 1st brings the beginning of the month, which means a few hours doing royalty statements for RHP, but it also brings the beginning of the year or rather, in my case, the END of the year.

And that means accounting, personal and business, and taxes, and this year the FAFSA, and a health insurance issue—see last week—and de-decorating the house from Christmas.

Sigh.

So my husband is down at the farm, batching it and eating crap, but most importantly, he’s tiling the office and bedroom and finishing the last bedroom wall.

And that’s a big HALLELUJAH, but it also means that very soon I can start dragging some furniture down there so I can move down the boxes I’ve packed that are starting to fill up the garage again.

And the living room.

Yes, got a bit ahead of myself.

But really, I saw no point in putting non-holiday stuff back up on the mantel, etc., when I’d just have to take it down again. Besides, it’s almost time to put the house on the market and we’ve got a few minor repairs and things to do here.

Much easier without the clutter.

So, no pics, no exciting stories of my sorta/kinda ineptitude with paint and so forth, but just know that I’m thinking about all that endless tile while I sit here, buried in paperwork . . .

 

Work Wednesday—Tile, or The Job from Hell


Well . . . you’ll have to wait until next week to see the pics of the new kitchen counters, because they’re installing them THIS WEEK! Yay!

But last week, well, see for yourself:

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The remaining cabinets, except the two we’re waiting on; hardware attached, except the three cabinets that need different screws.

And the living room prepped for tile.

Remember how I was complaining that I couldn’t be there? Yeah, well, they saved the tile for me . . .

And I have to report that I’ve successfully passed Tile 101. Or, well, probably Tile 102, at least. I mean, I know how to do it, in theory, and I’ve watched my husband tile a couple small bathrooms, but this time I actually did it.

Oh, gee. Swell.

It. Took. Forever.

Okay, not quite. My husband spread the mortar, I set the tiles—damn heavy, yes, they are—and the next day I did the grout:

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Just about ready to head back down there after a couple days’ recovery, so we can do it all over again and finish the kitchen floor . . . my muscles are protesting already!