The House

I’m still awaiting the photos from my daughter concerning the renovations going on to the house … sigh! Hopefully, soon….

Friday, my picky and demanding contractor (AKA “the-son-in-law” had us meet at the house to make some final decisions about electrical placement, etc. I think I’ve mentioned that there were various 1″ level differences throughout the house. That’s simply a result of the house being sliced/diced over the years. While we were there the workers were trying to remove what we THOUGHT were stick-on tiles in the sun-rooms….they were not. whoever put the sun-rooms in had placed the tiles  the WET cement and pushed them in – making it literally impossible to take up. I’m not sure what the thinking about that was, or even if they were thinking.

Regarding tile – On Tuesday my daughter/son-in-law and I went and picked out tile for the house. One of the major changes involves putting the same color tile throughout the entire house. we had a plan A and a plan B as far as color was concerned … no problem. On Wednesday, the tile man started calling the various stores to place the order. In the size of tiles needed (18″ x 18″ – 45.732 x 45.72 centimeters)it was discovered that in spite of being a highlighted for sale tile, not one single store here had enough tile. Some had 10 pieces (NOT boxes) another had 100 pieces, etc. My beloved son-in-law was ready to pull the hair out of his shaved head. Then one of the stores told him it could be ordered in delivered in – oh – three to four weeks. At this point my beloved son-in-law was starting to show signs of complete melt-down.

His tile guy looked at the back of the sample piece and literally called the plant where the tile was manufactured. He discovered that 1) the tile was manufactured in a plant about 7 hours from here and 2) if they were there the next morning they would load up ALL the tiles that had been chosen (tiles,boarders, edging, etc.) as well as all the grout and other things necessary to install them.

Two of my son-in-law’s workers put his trailer on the back of their truck and drove – basically all night – and picked up the tiles and drove back to get them there to have the house tile finished this weekend.

However, I was informed Friday that I have been placed on “house restriction” – meaning that I am not allowed to see the house until Monday….

I threatened today to get into “drag” and visit the house incognito. My son-in-law texts back that when he finally stopped laughing hysterically – it wouldn’t work. So, I promised that I would behave and NOT go to the house this weekend. And frankly with the temperatures and heat index being in the triple digits all weekend and much of next week … I don’t plan on going too many places at all…

More to follow – hopefully with more pictures!!!!!!

The House ~ continued

After reading today of Mitt Romney’s decision to bulldoze his “small” house and build an 11,000 square foot addition, I’m almost afraid to write about mine. It certainly isn’t anything like his ~ but after all the years I’ve been paying money to apartment owners, it probably will feel like it!!!

As I’ve mentioned my Son-in-Law is doing all the destruction/reconstuction on the house. On Monday, I thought I would surprise him and his workers by showing up – unannounced. My good friend BW drove me to the house. I don’t drive, but that’s for another set of posts, dear friends. I was sure I saw his truck in the driveway along with all the other vehicles. We entered the front door and as I was pushing back the plastic keeping dust and such contained – I yelled out: “My moving van is outside, where do I put all my stuff?”

As we rounded the corner, I realized that 1) he was NOT there and 2) these folks had absolutely NO idea who in the heck I was. SIGH! Fortunately, I introduced myself quickly, and the ice thawed even more quickly. I was taken on a tour and shown what was happening, and what was planned. If it is possible, I became even more excited!!! S was the fellow in charge and he explained as much as possible. He had a couple of questions for me and we made our way over piles and piles of lumber, etc. It was obvious, the dumpster had not arrived yet….very obvious.

I felt as if I’d caused enough chaos for the day, and we left more quietly than we arrived…

Wednesday, my daughter and I met J at the house for further discussions about plans and such. Unfortunately, my son-in-law IS a contractor and just as in other professions, they speak their own language. Fortunately, S was there to translate – both directions I might add.

Friday, we had to meet there again and this time, the dumpster had arrived and the place looked less as if something or someone had exploded in there and more like a construction site. There were some issues that needed to have decisions – for instance, my idea for the master bathroom had hit the reality of the space. Not a big problem, but that took some time to talk out.

This is a picture of the bathroom I’m talking about. I decided it was the winner of the “world’s worst bathroom” … to give a point of reference, it will be almost three times the size it is in the picture.

The toilet was taped closed for the estate sale – for very good reasons, and I’ll leave it at that!!

More later – and hopefully, I’ll have some pictures of the destruction by then!!!

Dear Me ~ Part 3

And so the re-construction began this week for real. I’ve gone a quite a roller-coaster of emotions about this purchase. Everything from “this is wonderful” to the to be expected “OMG ~ “What am I doing, have I completely lost my mind!!!!”. Let it not be said that I do something like this quietly and with no outward show of emotion.

I also made it a point to talk to my children about this ~ and they were amazingly supportive, vocal in their love of the idea and more than willing to suggest way to spend the money!!! I’ve been living in apartments for so long, I’d almost forgotten about what owning a home is like ~ almost.

The house had been owned by one family since 1960. The Father has passed away a number of months ago, and the Mother wasn’t doing all that well. The Son came a lived with her for awhile, and decided that she needed to move back to where he lived and worked. That’s how the estate sale came to be. the son helped gather the stuff up for the sale, and then the next day, he and his Mother boarded a plane. They literally locked up the house and walked away….leaving in the process an incredible amount of things ~ including the contents of the refrigerator.

The head of the estate sale outfit has his phone number and we connected by phone. It was a very positive chat and then he had his realtor call me. Several phone calls later it was decided that it would NOT be a good idea for his agent to represent both of us – so another agent from the same office called me and we were off to the races!!!

The closing was two days before our beloved congress tried to drive the economy over the cliff – really good timing on my part!!

My dearly loved son-in-law is a contractor and is doing all the work on the house. He also has a lot of work to do for various franchise owners of a certain fast food outlet. Again, with them rolling out a new menu item requiring re-doing most of the kitchens in a rather short space of time, my timing couldn’t have been better.

More tomorrow or Saturday. Until then here’s a teaser pic of the start of the re-construction!

There will be a LOT more pictures of the mess of re-doing it all that I will post later. My daughter took them, and her camera does pictures that are HUGE HUGE HUGE! She’ll get them to me, and I’ll get them into a size that will fit….

But It Said ~


My home being in the south central part of the US (read: Texas), there are certain things we do battle with almost continually – bugs. As I was deciding whether to do them in or buy them presents, I ran across a new-to-me spray made with “real” orange peel juice. I thought it would work, bought it and tried it out today. This was a good day to do it as I needed to attack the kitchen of my apartment. I did the cupboards, under the refrigerator and such. About half way into the job, I was coughing, gagging and having difficulty breathing. I walked carefully (all right, I fled) out the door to get some reasonably fresh air into me. It was then that I really read the label, which informed me to use ONLY in a well-ventilated area. That got me thinking about language (and those who don’t read information as they should) and it’s use and misuse.(more on some of my adventures with language for later posts).

Every year, there are several lists that I look forward to seeing. Lists such as the Darwin Awards (for another post) and the LSSU banished words list. With this list are a few more words that need to be retired (like certain over hyped celebrities) to the trash can.

Lake Superior State University 2006 List of Banished Words


SURREAL

One part opiate of the masses, 13 parts overuse. Oddly, news anchor and television small talk is becoming more surreal. “Dreams are surreal, not daily adjectives.” – Tracy from Murray, Ky.

HUNKER DOWN
To brace oneself, in anticipation of media onslaught. Trotted out in reports about everything from politics to hurricanes. “I have a hankering to ban all of this hunkering.” – Kate Rabe Forgach, Fort Collins, Colo.

PERSON OF INTEREST
Found within the context of legal commentary, but seldom encountered at cocktail parties. “People with guns want to talk with you.” – Melissa Carroll from Greensboro, NC. “Does this mean the rest of us are too boring to deal with?” – Patricia Johnson from Mechanicsville, Va.

COMMUNITY OF LEARNERS
A five-dollar phrase on a nickel-errand. Value-added into many higher education mission statements. “Not to be confused with ‘school.’” – Jim Howard from Mishawa, Ind.

UP OR DOWN VOTE
A casualty of today’s partisanship. No discussion on this one; the committee just tossed a coin. “I see a bright future for ex-senators as elevator operators.” — Allan Dregseth, Fargo, ND.

BREAKING NEWS
Once it stopped presses. Now it’s a lower-intestinal condition brought about by eating dinner during newscasts. “Now they have to interrupt my supper to tell me that Katie Holmes is pregnant.” — Michael Raczko, Swanton, Ohio.

DESIGNER BREED
Many nominators consider this a bastardization of dog breeding. It may be a good line to use on angry neighbors when an un-neutered dog escapes. “When you mate a miniature schnauzer to a toy poodle, it’s not a ‘Schnoodle,’ it’s a mongrel.” – George Bullerjahn, Bowling Green, Ohio.

FEMA
Dedicated to the memory of a great federal agency consigned to the ash heap of parody. “If they don’t do anything, we don’t need their acronym.” – Josh Hamilton, Tucson, Ariz.

FIRST-TIME CALLER
Preamble often heard on talk radio. “I am serious in asking: who in any universe gives a care?” – Miguel McCormick, Orlando, Fla.

PASS THE SAVINGS ON TO YOU!
Marketing catch phrase that became a lost-leader long ago. “Read: Pass the markup along to you.” – C. W. Estes, Roanoke, Tex.

97% FAT FREE
Adventures in delusion. “Still has 3% fat . . . accept it.” – Andrew Clucas, Canberra, Australia.

AN ACCIDENT THAT DIDN’T HAVE TO HAPPEN
Best-laid mayhem. “This means some accidents need to happen, for whatever reason, I can’t figure.” — Thomas Price, Orlando, Fla.

JUNK SCIENCE
Banished from the Marketplace of Ideas. “It’s not scientists who are using this phrase so much as the people who practice junk politics.” – Ron LaLonde, Inuvik, Northwest Territories, Canada.

GIT-ER-DONE – (Any of its variations)
It’s overdone. “There’s no escaping it. It’s everywhere, from TV to T-shirts,” says Amanda Tikkanen of LaGrange, Ind. “Please tell me when we’re done with this one.”

DAWG
No designer breed here. Someone should wash out this Spot. “Even parents are starting to use it!” – complains Mrs. Swartz’s Fifth Grade Class in Church Road, Va. “This is species confusion.” – Rob Bowers, Santa Clara, Calif. “Don’t call me ‘dawg’! I’m not your pet!” – Michael Swartz, Albuquerque, NM.

TALKING POINTS
Cover your ears! “Topics which will please those you want to impress.” – Michele Mooney, Van Nuys, Calif. Joe Wonsetler of Swanton, Ohio, believes the phrase was created after PR staffers stopped attending seminars on how to put a positive ‘spin’ on their press releases.

HOLIDAY TREE
Many salvos were fired during this past season’s “war on Christmas.” At the risk of jumping into the breach, the committee feels that “Holiday tree” is a silly name for what most folks hold as a Christmas tree, no matter your preference of religion. Thank goodness we all agree on the first day of winter.

LSSU accepts nominations for the List of Banished Words throughout the year. To submit your nomination for the 2007 list, go to http://www.lssu.edu/banished.

I sent a nomination for this list –
All-OVER -IT —
This term, it seems, has become a catch phrase of Fox News and CNN. It seems to be used every program for almost every story. I usually associate the phrase with having spilled something “all over it.” The two news channels cause some unintended laughter from me as the describe a situation such as a car wreck and tell me that their reporters will be all-over-it.

So how about you? Surely there are phrases/words that you feel should be done away with. Let me know – perhaps we could send a P B & J set of nominations for next year.

Perchance to dream …

The darkness mocks me
from the window.
My mind mocks me
in the house.
My bed mocks me
in my
sleeplessness.

My mind continues
to
churn,
replay,
regroup.

Was I too…
Should I have
answered…
What would be the
result
if
I ….

The restlessness of
uncertainty…
The driving worry
of caring.

There is so much
to do
to be
to become
to change
to hope
to give.

Finally I realize
that this
is all
within.
That this
is all taking
away
from
who I am
What I am
What I can be.

I can feel things
fade away.
The nagging thoughts
drive on down
the
road.

I am becoming at
peace again.

The darkness welcomes
my sleep from the window.
My mind turns into
a sanctuary of
peace and quiet.
My bed welcomes
me
back to be
at rest.
To feel at home,
once again.