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It's alive!
Nov. 24th, 2009 04:00 pmThe carpeters showed up promptly at 9:30am. They were quite agog at all the boxes in the kitchen & bathroom. The new carpet is a biege, only a shade darker than my loveseat, also a different consistency than the previous one. I don't love the new carpet smell though. They moved all the furniture in one room into the other one while they worked. Some of the bookshelves wound up in the hallway because they couldn't fit. They were nice enough to move the big tv for me. Are flatscreens/lcd lighter?
One piece of bad news: Last year in September, we had some water damage in the apartment. We never could find the source or what it damaged. We found it today. One of my smaller window bookshelves has a rotted end. It had clearly come in through one of the corners of my living room. So I have to figure out a way to repair/replace the bookshelf. Another of those times I wish my handyman father was still living nearby, rather than 1000 miles away.
I also think the children's bookshelf is nearing its last days. It wasn't put together well in the first place. I did wind up moving it next to my bed, so it's not quite so hidden behind my dresser. That's me for you -- books before clothes.
The rest is a little like an archaeological expedition. The bathroom is now clear of boxes and bins, so I don't have to navigate a rope bridge to visit the necessary. Or worse, find an outhouse somewhere. Tune in next week to see if Mme. Hilaire Booth finds the lost treasures of the hidden world. Why did the primitives pray to the great god Hamerhill and his assistant Staples? Very exciting.
One piece of bad news: Last year in September, we had some water damage in the apartment. We never could find the source or what it damaged. We found it today. One of my smaller window bookshelves has a rotted end. It had clearly come in through one of the corners of my living room. So I have to figure out a way to repair/replace the bookshelf. Another of those times I wish my handyman father was still living nearby, rather than 1000 miles away.
I also think the children's bookshelf is nearing its last days. It wasn't put together well in the first place. I did wind up moving it next to my bed, so it's not quite so hidden behind my dresser. That's me for you -- books before clothes.
The rest is a little like an archaeological expedition. The bathroom is now clear of boxes and bins, so I don't have to navigate a rope bridge to visit the necessary. Or worse, find an outhouse somewhere. Tune in next week to see if Mme. Hilaire Booth finds the lost treasures of the hidden world. Why did the primitives pray to the great god Hamerhill and his assistant Staples? Very exciting.
