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.
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