Well, I seem to have succumbed to the cold that everyone else has gotten these last few weeks. It's a little disappointing, since I was starting to think that this was my own, somewhat obscure superpower, but I suppose it was bound to happen. At any rate, it seems to be a sprightly thing, because I felt fine at dinner but was asleep in bed by 8:30, and now I have a sore throat and my nose is terrible. After Robbie came to bed I decided to get up and have some hot water because my throat's really killing me, so here I am, being harassed by the wildly overoptimistic cats every time I get up to get more water from the kitchen.
So, our week of intensity is humming right along, though I suppose being sick might put a damper on that. Yesterday we called everyone we needed to call to come work on the house, and the painter's coming to give us an estimate tomorrow morning, which is great. Everyone we know has used this painter, which has actually made me uncomfortable for a reason I couldn't put my finger on, and then today it hit me that while I was in college I was once at a friend's house and her mom kept talking on and on about how everyone they knew used the same painter and he was the must-have painter until I wanted to run from the room screaming (I really hope the one of you who might also remember this also remembers this). Nonetheless, it seems that Pittsburgh also has one of those, or at least our friends do, and he's coming.
Anyhow, I see a battle in the offing between me and Robbie about what's going to happen to the focus wall in the stairwell, which is bright orange and awful (say I, but he can get his own blog). The previous owner of this house was just way too excited by focus walls, and we've managed to eradicate them in all the rooms, unless you count the wood paneling in the living room, which it occurs to me you probably should. However, the stairwell one has lingered because of the tactical difficulty of repainting it ourselves, and I think this lingering may have led to complacency. I think we do agree that it needs to be repainted, actually, but Robbie's made noises about finding it jaunty and wanting to replace it with something else interesting, whereas I'm absolutely fine with being bored by my stairwell. Maybe the painter has expertise in refereeing these types of decisions.
And now I think it's back to bed for part two of the night. Given how this cold has been moving I fully expect to wake up recovered.
So, our week of intensity is humming right along, though I suppose being sick might put a damper on that. Yesterday we called everyone we needed to call to come work on the house, and the painter's coming to give us an estimate tomorrow morning, which is great. Everyone we know has used this painter, which has actually made me uncomfortable for a reason I couldn't put my finger on, and then today it hit me that while I was in college I was once at a friend's house and her mom kept talking on and on about how everyone they knew used the same painter and he was the must-have painter until I wanted to run from the room screaming (I really hope the one of you who might also remember this also remembers this). Nonetheless, it seems that Pittsburgh also has one of those, or at least our friends do, and he's coming.
Anyhow, I see a battle in the offing between me and Robbie about what's going to happen to the focus wall in the stairwell, which is bright orange and awful (say I, but he can get his own blog). The previous owner of this house was just way too excited by focus walls, and we've managed to eradicate them in all the rooms, unless you count the wood paneling in the living room, which it occurs to me you probably should. However, the stairwell one has lingered because of the tactical difficulty of repainting it ourselves, and I think this lingering may have led to complacency. I think we do agree that it needs to be repainted, actually, but Robbie's made noises about finding it jaunty and wanting to replace it with something else interesting, whereas I'm absolutely fine with being bored by my stairwell. Maybe the painter has expertise in refereeing these types of decisions.
And now I think it's back to bed for part two of the night. Given how this cold has been moving I fully expect to wake up recovered.
posted by JS at 1:25 AM
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