Finishing Painting the Living Room Lounge
Written by biscuit on September 7, 2008 – 8:55 am -
Because I need a place to bloviate in my own little way ….
LIVE BLOGGING SUNDAY AT BISCUIT’S TINY HOUSE!
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10:35 a.m.: Spent the last 1 1/2 hours paying bills.
10:37 a.m.: Off to wash dishes.
10:40 a.m.: Checking my mortgage account online to see if my taxes and insurance are included in my payments. They are.
10:41 a.m.: Off to my ING account to change that one savings account from a taxes/insurance account to a “doors for kitchen/completely demolish that horrible bathroom” account.
How’s the renovation of the dollhouse coming along?
Tell us all about the horrible bathroom and just why it needs demolishing - inquiring minds want to know!
The living room is gorgeous, despite the 1000 nails I’ve had to pull out of the walls.
And the one bathroom … yikes. The full bath needs some updating, but it will be fine - it’s on the bottom of my list of things to do.
This bath, though — it’s in a room right off the kitchen, and I suspect it was used as a bedroom/homecare/hospice care for the former owner’s mother. It was glaringly apparent when I moved in that her mother was incontinent, and it’s taken me two months to clean up that.
But she was also a smoker, and it stinks.
And the vanity is just covered (albeit scrubbed) with the evidence of both severe debility and smoking. And the medicine cabinet is rusted and scary. And the shower is one of those ’60s - ’70s style plastic all-in-ones. I’m amazed they didn’t flood the place.
But the toilet is good!
In any case, this will be my priciest re-do. The bathroom is really too small for a vanity, so it will be an old fashioned sink, new floors, nice medicine cabinet and a real live shower. I predict without paint, it will run me at least $2500 - $3000.
11:13 a.m.: Hunger overtakes me. I flee to kitchen.
Don’t forget to liveblog what you have for lunch.
11:29 a.m.: Sidetracked from eating by realization that I forgot to bring grading home. Run around in a panic before deciding ah screw it.
11:33 a.m.: Contemplating noodles with peanut sauce or ::primal grunt:: canned peas.
Tell us - what color is the tile in the Awful Bathroom?
My house was built in 1955 - and the tile/marble in the hall bathroom (no shower or bath, thank goD!) is a deep maroon! Light ash-colored wall fabric on the walls saved it…but imagine if the entire bathroom was covered in blood-maroon tile!
The Awful Bathroom is a dingy old white.
Are your tiles the fun 1950s tiles or the awful 1950s tiles?
Right now, I’m plotting on putting aside thousands of dollars and turning The Awful Bathroom into a wonderful Bungalow Worthy bathroom.
12:32 p.m.: My desperate attempts to convince myself that the ladder couldn’t possibly fit over the floor grate have failed. Thus I have managed to finish priming 1/4 of the final wall.
12:34 p.m.: Realize it’s absolutely *crucial* I make sure there are no good movies on television.
12:35 p.m.: While heading to television room, I look out front window to discover political canvassers heading up the sidewalk to my house. Dive behind sofa and pray they don’t see me.
12:39 p.m.: Canvassers give up. I crawl on my belly (just in case) to television room and find Big Daddy’s Kitchen is on. Run to kitchen to get refreshing beverage to watch it.
1:29 p.m.: After recovering from the outrage of discovering Big Daddy’s Kitchen is making sweet potato pie with yams (I think not!!!!!), I finish priming the top half of the last wall.
1:30 p.m.: I find myself overcome by a desperate need to see if there’s any news about poor Caylee.
1:35 p.m.: Cell phone rings. I see that it is my whiniest friend - the San Francisco macrobiotic who is chronically broke and hasn’t figured out after 10 years maybe she’s so broke because she can’t afford to live in San Francisco, and who is always weak and tired, and hasn’t figured out maybe she would feel better if she ate something besides rice, and who is always complaining about her mother and hasn’t figured out her mother is 75 and lives clear across the country so what’s there t complain about, and who spends hours complaining about things I can’t even remember anymore.
I grab phone, run with it to my soon to be bedroom (after it’s painted and I get a mattress for my gorgeous vintage rattan bed which was given to me a few weeks ago), and shove it deep into my undie drawer, hoping to muffle the sound of it ringing.
2:35 p.m.: Finish priming living room. To celebrate, I move sofa around with dogs on it.
2:54 p.m.: Having brushed my teeth and surveyed all the laundry that needs to be done, I decide to finish painting.
2:55 p.m.: I am overcome with hunger. I decide to run out for some take out menudo.
3:22 p.m.: Due to my personal state (covered with paint, stinky), I opt for a spoonful of peanut butter instead of menudo.
3:23 p.m.: I begin painting the rest of the living room.
3:31 p.m.: I am distracted from my task by the idiot ATVing in the vacant lot across the road, and the drama that erupts when the owner of the vacant lot comes out and glares at him. The owner’s wife joins him momentarily and the idiot ATVer does a wheelie down the road.
3:32 p.m.: With tremendous sadness, I realize I really want mashed potatoes, but have no potatoes.
3:33 p.m.: I remember that I forgot to check on poor little Caylee. I hit Google.
What an exciting day you are having! I had a turkey sandwich for lunch, and redjean took a photo of my toe to send off to drchelo. I am being invaded with chickens coming home to roost in my front room. Why do they do they want to come inside my house? I never bother them in their house!
Next week, I may be painting too. Either that or jean and I will re cover my couch cushions. I found some lovely fabric in Manzanillo.
I do hope drchelo can help you with your toe! And I imagine it would be difficult to chase away the chickens if you can’t run.
My dog chases them out.
omg, chickens trying to bust into your house? You’re the one having the exciting day.
Take a pic of your fabric and post it here!
I have to buy it first. It has a lot of green and will look nice with the marble floors.
I’ll be looking for the toe picture, mangocita…How’s your tummy doing? Colchcine can play hell with your gut.
Sending you lots of abrazos, querida…
Jean had a problem so she is on her way to take a photo with her camera. The one from my camera will not allow her to send it.
I cannot send new emails since I have a new keyboard and I cannot figure out how to use the at symbol. I cannot do contractions either. I will go to the computer shop tomorrow and get some help.
My stomach is much better this evening. Jean is sharing some lasagna she made. Brownies too.
Is anyone else vastly entertained by the saga of biscuit’s Sunday? I love it!
She is having a great time and working to boot.
I love the daily trials and tribulations of our Biscuit. Thank you, sweetie!
Mango, take care of your toesies……you need them all!
My sweetie just stuck a bowl full of fresh blackberries he just picked down the street under my nose, guess that is a gentle hint for a blackberry cobbler.
4:10 p.m.: I remember that I have to go to work tomorrow, but have no clean clothes. I contemplate going to work in somewhat clean clothes, but remember the lady who works in the copy shop told me one of the instructor’s breath smells “like butt” (omg!) and decide against it, for fear semi-clean clothes might lead to my breath smelling that bad. I am hopeful it is the horrible history teacher’s breath that smells that way - or maybe the evil Comp teacher’s. My life would be perfect if it were only so.
4:20 p.m.: I make mental note to myself to ask lady in copy shop which instructor’s breath smells like butt. I begin painting again.
Be sure to ask her how she knows what butt smells like.
My morning began in the UUC choir for the first time in a long I am singing choral music. We sang “The Water is Wide.” a traditional folk song with cello, french horn, flute and piano accompaniment. It was so beautiful! We had a retreat yesterday at one choir member’s farm and practiced outside in a grove of trees beside a pond.
I was chatting with another 1st soprano and she said she also had lived in Austin. Where? Oh, says I, that’s out where two of my good friends lived. Where, says she? I tell her, we get more specific….WOW, she lived on the same property and sold 6 acres to one of my dearest friends and we never met as she left Austin before I really knew my friend well. Small world….it’s amazing!
This afternoon I went to County Dem HQ to be trained for the front desk later this week and who should walk in but one of the new people to the church who just moved from Alaska to canvass for Obama!
Oh, the choir sounds heavenly.
There are tons of gospel singers here. I love going to the mashed potato restaurant on Sunday afternoons because they all show up in their gospel singing clothes - with hats.
There is a place like that in Austin that has a Sunday gospel brunch. Nothin’ like gospel in TX & OK!
5:20 p.m.: I realize I’m so sick of painting, I could scream. I immediately stop and begin contemplating a nice bath.
Bubble bath with candles, incense and plenty of wine!
Oh my! How decadent that sounds.
I went out to lunch with my friend Mary to Dodie’s Seafood Lounge - a Cajun place on Lower Greenville (you’ve been there, Scotia?)and had catfish….and we shared some etoufeé and a scrumptious bread pudding for dessert.
That was such hard work I had to come home for a siesta!
I’m not anywhere as energetic as our biscuit!
Oh my, that sounds wonderful! Haven’t been to lower Greenville in a long time. The last time was at this Martini Bar…well, it had great steaks, too!
Is Tipperary Inn and the Cock and Bull still down there around Abrahms and Gaston?
The Tip is on Live Oak, where it sort of divides…and I don’t know where the Cock and Bull is. But Dodie’s is right across from the Greenville Whole Foods - AND, in the same strip as The New Big Wong (that has the best pan-fried noodles I have ever tasted!).
Cool, I’m coming to Austin in February for my daughter’s wedding, I think we might be in Dallas beforehand. That noodle place sounds great. There is this Brazilian place on Greenville that my son and his wife had their wedding dinner at. THAT was an awesome place. I’ll try ti find the name.