More pains of homeownership
It's been another hard-working weekend for me as Ben and I continue to prepare for the arrival of our Norwegian visitors in (yikes) less than two weeks.
Ben took a break from sawing, sanding, painting, banging, swearing, etc to bottle his four batches of nearly-complete liquid bread: a blacker-than-black stout, an India Pale Ale, a Honey Wheat and a Blueberry Wheat. I helped by using my labeling the bottlecaps with my otherwise underused stamps and inks (I know I'll use these! They're awesome! I said when I thought I was going to be crafty on a regular basis).
I've been digging through old papers and boxes of CRAP that have moved with me for many years and also some relatively new stuff. It sucks to be a pack rat, and I've been better about throwing and giving things away lately. But sorting through everything I already have is a pain in the ass, as well as in my back from too much hunching over while sitting on the floor... I can hear my mother telling me that I'll get scoliosis. But our junk storage room with a futon is slowly turning into a more usable guest room with a crafting area. It turns out that a 5 foot brown folding table can actually look nice when it's covered with a tablecloth that hangs close to the floor.
Will our house be ready to impress the people who took me in as an exchange student eleven years ago? Probably Definitely not as much as we would like. The skylights will not be replaced in time due to our contractor not understanding that we WANTED THEM REPLACED LAST YEAR and we do not want to wait until he has a bid for the specific back door we also want him to install. At this point, I'm hoping that they will finish with all the work we need them to do by the middle of April (because we don't want them here while we have visitors). We had to add one more delightful project to the contractor's list: installing a pipe that will actually lead smelly air and humidity away from the house once bathroom fans suck it up. The original builders didn't think of that, apparently?
Yep. Our house was built by retarded buffoons, previously "maintained" by drunken monkeys and then flipped by corner-cutting assholes.
For all the work he's done around the house, at least Ben has been able to derive some pleasure out of the whole thing by acquiring more power tools.
