As I type, Richard is upstairs, right above me, pounding on something. It is really distracting. I've tried telling him over and over that I am trying to BLOG, and could he please just hold it down? Rude.
Actually, I feel really guilty, sitting here typing while he is upstairs working and answering Harrison's millions of question, which never stop. I keep asking if I can help but all he said he needed was for me to put on my yoga pants and walk around for him.
Probably shouldn't have told you that.
Let's go see what he is doing, shall we?
I guess I'll just have to sit here watching videos of fat cats stuffed into small boxes until he has something interesting to show me. It is hard work being the idle documentor.
OR I guess I could go clean the bathroom out. It is not as noble, but just as necessary. It needs doing and I might be just the girl to do. TO THE BATHROOM!
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I'm back. Cleaned the whole bathroom out. There was a lot of crap in there. Not literal crap. I guess crap is the wrong word to use if I'm talking about a bathroom. Let's just say there were a lot of "various items of questionable usefulness" in there. Especially all of this stuff.
and where do you think I put all that stuff? You guessed it! In my bedroom!!
Living in this house has been a study in moving things around. We are constantly moving things from room to room when we need to work on something and our stuff is in the way again. Seriously. There are boxes we have moved 20 times or more. I think that is why I love throwing things away so much.
Anyway, Richard finished the air return. Tada!
And then he secured some wiring that was insecure.
Then we put in one more box for a light fixture
So now if we get some supplies: insulation, expanding foam, drywall, cement board, tile, and stuff to make a shower pan. then we can get started as soon as the inspector leaves.
I don't know how to express my happiness. Imagine something like this: