Today: my ducks and I are off to the spray park to get our jigglies out. After that we are heading home so they can nap and I can tackle the next three things on my list; having Internet again, researching the best way to refinish a 100 year old door, and finding the things that are lost. There's a lot of things I can't find around here but my fingers are crossed that the long weekend might bring us some relief in that department. And some coffee. Sweet!
My 8 weeks of grace are now over. It's time to get work done so today I am hiding away on the 3rd floor editing photos and listening to Norman bark his head off in the backyard. Boxes everywhere. No Internet. No real idea of where anything is. But there's good news that comes down the pipe today - my high efficiency laundry duo is hooked up and working beautifully. The main floor is looking better everyday. The grey areas of my master design are clearing themselves up and I have officially started dreaming about how cool the dinner parties will be in this perfect-for-us space.
We survived the first day at house90. In fact - it was easier than I was anticipating for a couple of reasons. First because we connected with some our friends we missed the most and second because no contractors showed up for work.
In the meantime me and my favourite three are enjoying parks, visits, and lots of icecream.
Please bear with me. We have no phones or Internet for another week or so. Blogging will be random. And probably a little more fiesty than usual because suddenly I'm totally over being nice. Look out contractors.
Today: get people to sleep on time, sit and reconnect with my love and come up with a serious plan for making things right around here. Enough said.
I don't have a photo or a complete thought to post yet... But I simply can't sleep. We got back last night after a pleasant drive in great weather. Our friend/architect hitched a ride and the day was surprisingly smooth and happy. For all involved.
Hello House90. I havent been here for 6 weeks. So many things look great! The space is going to be perfect for us. The ceilings are so much higher than I remembered and there is an awesome vibe amidst the dirt + chaos. Honestly - I didn't even notice the non-brick pattern tile that the contractors are paying for. Surprised? Me too. I was too busy learning about the destroyed basement that escaped flooding in the worst rains of the last hundred years but just couldn't squeak by the not-so-successful plumbing by our beloved contractors. Several days of burst pipes = ruined carpet + smelly water damage.
I guess I could make a long list of bummers but what I'm going to focus on are the really pretty potlights. For now.
I'm trying not to to let it get me down this afternoon as I wash clothes and continue preparing for our departure bright and early tomorrow morning that not much of what the contractors SAID WAS DONE - is actually done. Falsies. I have been given a million falsies. I'm trying not to be bothered by the fact that I'm traveling 10 hours by car with 2 dogs and 2 toddlers to live at a construction site totally controlled by the whims of the contractor and his long list of delays. I am trying not to think about the drywall dust and the mess and the rain and the laundry list of things that still need to be done.
GASP. They tell me the painting will be done at house90 today and that means WE ARE STARTING TO PACK. We are homeward bound on Wednesday. (I am so excited!) This weekend we had a terrific Father's Day hanging with family and loving the life that is summer in Saskatchewan. So great that Dan could join us. That's the best. HE is the best. We took some group photos but everyone looks sunkissed and lovely except for me. Next time I will do my hair or something radically different. ;)
Today: We have plans to make some visiting rounds and find a way to fit four times as much stuff into our vehicle as we came with. That's what roof racks were invented for. Right? I have house90 photos to share and I might even leak a few family shots from the weekend. More coffee.
Progress pictures. Finally. Dan sent me some progress pictures of house90 and the fact that things are primed brings me great comfort. Not a lot. But, some. Finally. My brain is much happier computing the shapes and spaces left behind by white walls. Finally. I am starting to visualize what's going on. It looks more like I imagined than I imagined. Except for the short wall by the front door which I didn't imagine. I am scouring each photo like a CSI detective for details. Things I asked for and things I did not ask for (like the upper plug-in on the left in the first image and several other things...). I am noting the things I like better than I thought I would like the front door and the juxtaposition of new + old. It feels like a feature now that it's not one of 11 doors and a dark corridor on the main floor. I don't have a great image to post, but there is a section designed to feature a few paintings.... it is perfect. I am loving all the potlights. There are things I like and things I'm not crazy about, but I am relieved to have some idea of the progress. The last few days have been full of mix-ups and "emergencies" and "add-ons" and frustration. Blech.
Today: we are going in search of modeling clay. Not for the girls - for me. (Okay, I will get some for them, too.) I think my fingers need something tactile to connect to. I hope that will go a long way in soothing my ache for painting + being home. And strong coffee.