except it isn't fun.
I decided it was time (after living in this house for 21 years) to get the inside painted. We recently solved (I hope) the problem of rain in the kitchen,* but the damage was huge.
Monday, I spent the day moving chachkas to the basement and taking pictures off the walls. My sons own a huge number of tippy trophies.
Yesterday, while the painters repaired drywall, I moved my parents' and my in-laws' china and glassware to the basement so the china cabinets could be moved. My parents and in-laws certainly bought a lot of dishes during their lifetimes. Why did it all end up here?
Everything upstairs is covered in tarps - except my sons' beds. The boys have threatened to move to the Tae Kwon Do studio in search of a little peace and quiet.
The smoke alarms keep going off. I think it's from the paint fumes.
This morning, the painters will be back at 8:30, and my computer will be unplugged. So long ...
*I was going to blog about this problem, but Jacqui Robbins' post about the rain in her kitchen was funnier.
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2 comments:
That sounds miserable, the paint fumes especially. At least the rain in my kitchen wasn't stinky!
The completion date keeps getting pushed back. Maybe we're up to next Tuesday now.
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