DEADLINE... isn't that a strange word? According to Answers.Com, it originated from a Civil War prison guard who made a line in the dirt and informed p.o.w.'s that they would be shot dead if they crossed it. Ouch.
We set a Deadline to move the week after Christmas as we are both off from work that week. I don't know how we're going to make it, but we're going to try. Needless to say, we won't be taking either Thanksgiving nor Christmas very seriously this year! (i.e., don't expect any gifts).
This is how I feel at the moment: (The guy on the bottom...well, at least he is more handsome than the other one!)
Then there's Joyce, up to her eyeballs in spackle...which is mysteriously similar to joint compound;
I have, however, managed to install the new kitchen counter and connect the kitchen sink:
A neighbor built the black slate formica countertops and the sink is from a salvage place....we have two...Building Value in Northside and The Habitat for Humanity Restore in Bond Hill. I haven't been so happy with purchases from Craigslist though... so far we've had to re-list and sell the stove, the dishwasher and half of the cabinets. BTW...we have to get rid of lots of stuff including books on every conceivable subject...any suggestions?
Meanwhile, the stack of things to be returned to Lowe's keeps growing....
And here's the second floor back bedroom sans pink carpet and with two used display cases for my Lionel trains:
Plus, the downstairs bathroom finally WITH walls...unfinished, but walls still.
Fine Cabinetry Department: See how I've recreated the original doorpost moulding in the dining room with a new bullseye on top...made from two partial old ones...(patting myself on back).
And then...a narcissistic view of myself coming out of the closet...
Finally for today: the official backyard plan for next year, done on the back of a Frisch's Big Boy placemat with resident crayons:
Deadline? What deadline?
Later!
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