wanted no applause, just another course
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the_siobhanHOUSE
Painting is taking longer than normal because the humidity is 5 billion percent. I put spackle on the wall that claimed to dry in 8 hours, tried to sand it 24 hours later and it was still soft. So I've been letting stuff dry for longer than normal between coats.
BUT. The new room in the basement is 100% done with patching & painting.
The old room - the one the contractors weren't supposed to do anything to - needed several coats of heavy primer because they wrote all their measurements all over the walls in marker for some reason. I'm doing the trim in there next weekend and then that room is done. The bathroom is also patched and I'm going to give it one more layer of primer.
Then we wait while the The FinalBossContractor does his work on the steps etc. There are some odds and ends to take care of still - like swapping out fixtures - but that will wait until the contractors are done in the basement.
CAT
ALL of the elderly furball's tests came back with flying colours and I have been told to reduce his steroids down to a fifth of his previous dosage. I found a duck-flavoured hypo-allergenic wet food he will tolerate, and he likes the hypo-allergenic treats. So that's going really well. He now has enough energy to follow me around the house and yell at me non-stop because just like with my human family, I am not doing what I am supposed to be doing.
A thing he has decided that I find absolutely hilarious; we are supposed to eat together. Like a family, dammit. I have been able to get away with eating at my desk because there isn't an easy way for him to sit next to me, but when I'm on the couch I have to set a plate out for him at the same time I have my supper. I think it's hilarious that this is a thing and he probably thinks I am very stupid that it took me this long to figure it out.
ME
Foot seems to be actually improving, in that it's still stiff as hell when I get up in the morning but it really doesn't hurt much any more unless I do something exceptionally stupid, like forget to take my cane on my mandatory in-office day.
Now that the work on the house is getting to the point where it's less urgent I am going to start setting aside time to exercise again because I am a bundle of raw nerve endings. I was dealing with that by doing a lot of walking, but obviously that plan fell right off a cliff. So I'm going to try and get back on the stationary bicycle more regularly and maybe that will stop me from chewing the ends of my fingers off.
One can hope.
Painting is taking longer than normal because the humidity is 5 billion percent. I put spackle on the wall that claimed to dry in 8 hours, tried to sand it 24 hours later and it was still soft. So I've been letting stuff dry for longer than normal between coats.
BUT. The new room in the basement is 100% done with patching & painting.
The old room - the one the contractors weren't supposed to do anything to - needed several coats of heavy primer because they wrote all their measurements all over the walls in marker for some reason. I'm doing the trim in there next weekend and then that room is done. The bathroom is also patched and I'm going to give it one more layer of primer.
Then we wait while the The Final
CAT
ALL of the elderly furball's tests came back with flying colours and I have been told to reduce his steroids down to a fifth of his previous dosage. I found a duck-flavoured hypo-allergenic wet food he will tolerate, and he likes the hypo-allergenic treats. So that's going really well. He now has enough energy to follow me around the house and yell at me non-stop because just like with my human family, I am not doing what I am supposed to be doing.
A thing he has decided that I find absolutely hilarious; we are supposed to eat together. Like a family, dammit. I have been able to get away with eating at my desk because there isn't an easy way for him to sit next to me, but when I'm on the couch I have to set a plate out for him at the same time I have my supper. I think it's hilarious that this is a thing and he probably thinks I am very stupid that it took me this long to figure it out.
ME
Foot seems to be actually improving, in that it's still stiff as hell when I get up in the morning but it really doesn't hurt much any more unless I do something exceptionally stupid, like forget to take my cane on my mandatory in-office day.
Now that the work on the house is getting to the point where it's less urgent I am going to start setting aside time to exercise again because I am a bundle of raw nerve endings. I was dealing with that by doing a lot of walking, but obviously that plan fell right off a cliff. So I'm going to try and get back on the stationary bicycle more regularly and maybe that will stop me from chewing the ends of my fingers off.
One can hope.
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