Wednesday, June 23, 2021... a date that will live in infamy. The pic offers clue enough, no need for more.
On the Do-It-Yourself-Renovate-the-Whole-Bloody-House front, progress has been
made — at what physical cost, lord knows, since I hobble to bed every evening
unable to remember what it was like to walk upright. Wednesday morning, I
ended up taking a full carload of trash out to the local collection station,
since it was piling up in the yard and both the trash and recyclable cans
were filled beyond overflowing. Then I took a load of ancient
electronics and several cans of vintage toxic sludge to the local hazardous waste disposal
site. Disposing of waste is one of Greensboro's few strong suits, I will say.
After the regular pickup of trash and recyclables, the city grabbed about a dozen
metric tons of bulk trash from my curb. Now, did that that finally clear the
yard? Why, not even close! There's plenty for at least another trip to both
collection points as well as another bulk trash pickup. I tell you, though,
after all this, I hope Brugger will be able to find a vacant
corner of the house to plop her stuff once she crosses the threshold on a permanent
basis. There is, for the first time in a decade here, some room to move in certain
quarters.
After those labors, I pulled out the fire pit and put the torch to literally a hundred
pounds of old paper bearing personal information, which has been filed away
since I had more than a few live hair follicles. Near as I can tell, I sweated
off a couple or three superfluous pounds. A few more fires like that on hot
summer days, and I'll be downright svelte again. I hope I'm never again able to
lay claim to such an abundance of fuel.
Today, after knocking off from the day job, I went to work in the downstairs bathroom (now
known as the Kraken Room, since we put up a fun, tentacled shower curtain).
Hung the new bathroom mirror, installed a snazzy light fixture that we picked
up at
Lowe's, and put up some shelves. This took a fair portion of the evening, but a
lovely Manhattan helped motivate me. And I took a wee break to cook up a ghost
pepper–sauced chicken breast that really generated some delicious heat.
You know, until I took to overhauling this old house top to bottom, I had never noticed how
caddywhompus the damned thing is. Nothing meets evenly or symmetrically. In the
bathroom, the centers of the sink and the light fixture on the wall are offset
just enough to be annoying. In the kitchen, the center of the window above the
sink and the center of the sink are about four inches off. One of the cabinets
on the wall is distinctly crooked — or was, now that I have removed, painted,
and remounted it. The fireplace is not centered between the front window and
the front door. In the upstairs spare bedroom — formerly my office — no 90-degree angle exists. Anywhere. Makes me wonder if the folks who
built Casa de Rodan also built Hill House.
It's tired out tonight, so I think that's about it. Tomorrow, at least, I
anticipate some geocaching. At long last, yay!
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| Before |
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| After (A lot more went to the dump than it looks like!) |
New shelves, new lighting, new mirror in the Kraken Room. (I'm hoping I can make the whole thing
a Kraken House without get busted.)
a Kraken House without get busted.)