Sunday, August 21, 2005
On Friday, we discovered an air compressor's gone missing from the site. So I'm all creeped out that someone went back there to steal stuff. And I worry that if they got something one time, they'll keep coming back.
The builder has gone hypersecurity, locking up stuff in Galusha.
Turns out the shower in Mabel's first-floor bath wouldn't have passed code because it was too deep. Adding to the problem was that the space got framed in so tight meanwhile that we couldn't get the shower out to return it. So there was some post-pulling going on Friday just to extricate the thing and send it back to the warehouse. I will end up with the now-classic tub-surround combo, which isn't a bad thing considering art projects that may need soaking.
The Grok God came and picked some more formica patterns for Mabel. After choosing so conservatively for Galusha, it's fun doing Mabel and getting a little crazy. OK, not too crazy, but there is this pattern called "Paper" that has me all excited. Also, I'm _this_ close to ordering up the wallbed.
Oh yeah, and the crew hit my neighbors' house again ...
This better be a better week.
The builder has gone hypersecurity, locking up stuff in Galusha.
Turns out the shower in Mabel's first-floor bath wouldn't have passed code because it was too deep. Adding to the problem was that the space got framed in so tight meanwhile that we couldn't get the shower out to return it. So there was some post-pulling going on Friday just to extricate the thing and send it back to the warehouse. I will end up with the now-classic tub-surround combo, which isn't a bad thing considering art projects that may need soaking.
The Grok God came and picked some more formica patterns for Mabel. After choosing so conservatively for Galusha, it's fun doing Mabel and getting a little crazy. OK, not too crazy, but there is this pattern called "Paper" that has me all excited. Also, I'm _this_ close to ordering up the wallbed.
Oh yeah, and the crew hit my neighbors' house again ...
This better be a better week.
Tuesday, August 09, 2005
What a lovely weekend! Monkey Boy and I bunked in the Mabel tower over the weekend, "sweeping" aside all the nails with a shovel and laying as many comforters as I could gather on the bare plywood. We slept like a coupla Alameda Ridge boulders.
I'm looking for my second wind these days, faced with another lighting fixture order (especially one meant to address some tricky spaces) and the multipart project of the landscape plan.
Luckily, I got the Grok God to come over last night, to assess the three different kinds of fasteners used on the concrete board cladding. There were plain ol' stainless screws, then screws with two different sizes of grommets beneath them. (We ended up with the medium-size ones after some talk of whether they made Galusha look too dressed up for bondage.)
In other decisions, the paint looks great inside and out, and proper stair treads should start going in this week. I went for the old-standby Caribbean-colored Marmoleum for the baths, because a beachy-looking floor never looks wrong.
The team's doing well, even though the architect and the muse keep trying to lure the builder to do their house projects, like, now. I say to the builder, Let them wait. And I say to the architects, Get in line! The builder has eight projects under way, and it turns out I account for just one of them.
So lately when the builder and I turn up at the architects' office for a meeting, they start shouting, "I luuuuuuuvvvvvv you man!" to the builder, like he's some rock star. I don't want to have to share him til certificates of occupancy come into view.
I'm looking for my second wind these days, faced with another lighting fixture order (especially one meant to address some tricky spaces) and the multipart project of the landscape plan.
Luckily, I got the Grok God to come over last night, to assess the three different kinds of fasteners used on the concrete board cladding. There were plain ol' stainless screws, then screws with two different sizes of grommets beneath them. (We ended up with the medium-size ones after some talk of whether they made Galusha look too dressed up for bondage.)
In other decisions, the paint looks great inside and out, and proper stair treads should start going in this week. I went for the old-standby Caribbean-colored Marmoleum for the baths, because a beachy-looking floor never looks wrong.
The team's doing well, even though the architect and the muse keep trying to lure the builder to do their house projects, like, now. I say to the builder, Let them wait. And I say to the architects, Get in line! The builder has eight projects under way, and it turns out I account for just one of them.
So lately when the builder and I turn up at the architects' office for a meeting, they start shouting, "I luuuuuuuvvvvvv you man!" to the builder, like he's some rock star. I don't want to have to share him til certificates of occupancy come into view.
