Friday I watched Liza at the spelling bee, where she won "Bravest Speller." The judge said it looked like she was thinking, "Okay, Mr. Microphone, I know you want to eat my face off, but they told me I needed to use you to win, so I'll just stand way over here and be prepared to run away if you make any sudden movements." What do you think?
Saturday I was getting ready to start painting the bathroom when the power went out. You know, on the day when it was raining. And the battery backup on our sump pump was out of juice. So I got to bail - over the course of 3 hours - 60 gallons of water out of my sump hole, or, as I like to call it, The Black Hole of Olmsted Falls.
In the 10-minute increments between bailings I managed to get the basement even more tidy than it was before. Um, yay?
When the power came back on, Jason asked if I still planned to paint the bathroom that day. Two-word answer that starts with "f" and ends with "no."
Sunday I finally got the walls painted.
Monday I got the trim painted.
This morning I got the caulking done and moved all the towel rods and cabinets and curtains back in. After another hour of cleaning all the dust off of everything, it looks pretty sweet, if I do say so myself.
Even if I still don't have a fucking faucet, which, if you recall, was THE ENTIRE REASON I STARTED THIS PROJECT ALMOST A MONTH AGO.
This afternoon I went outside to look at something other than my bathroom or basement for the first time in like a week and a half. It was worth the trip.
1 comment:
You need to harness the cat power to drive the sump pump.
Perhaps rubbing the cat and using the static?
Perhaps using a squirrel, too?
Or think of the gym membership fees that are saved?
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