Eddie made me sick.

Not really, but by the time I got home from the show I had a sore throat and felt as if I’d been hit by a bus. Always the queen of denial, I thought — I hoped — that it was just a temporary thing. Not so, says traitorous body. You will be (In Eddie voice) sick. Which I was. Comprehensively. For most of the week. I lay around and sniffed, coughed, sneezed and felt sorry for myself since I couldn’t even sleep properly. Usually that’s one of the only pleasures of getting sick; you can sleep a lot more without guilt. But could I? Noooo.

At some point along the way I had a really ratty day when I decided that it was time to evict my workmen. They had started to seem like bad guests who not only cut off my electricity and water without prior notice, but made a lot of noise, showed up at all hours, left their garbage all over the place and ran up my utility bills. Don’t get me wrong, I love these guys to pieces, but having them around six days a week for the last two months has been a strain on that affection. And while I’d willingly invite them all for Thanksgiving, I cannot wait to see them leave here now. Hey, I know they’ll all be back. Whenever something needs doing, I call this crew.

On Wednesday I felt just well enough to go out to the garage and point at things, and say “Shelf” or “Basement” or occasionally “Apartment.” We went through every box out there, and along the way discovered the mother lode of mouse poop. It was all pretty much in one place like some giant mouse WC, but the good thing is that it was definitely mouse poop, not rat poop. And once I finally got started checking the bird seed and dry food that had been stored on the back porch, I discovered absolutely no evidence that anything had even tried to get into any of it. So Wilson’s assertion that it was a squirrel he saw and my belief that whatever it was didn’t stay long seem even more likely to be true.

On Thursday Jorge moved a metric fucktonne of stuff out of my office and down to the basement. The result is that I’m no longer using my computer in a canyon of boxes. Now I need to get things put away.

And today? Overrun with workmen. Wil, Jose and Enrique are all in and out, carrying lumber, paint, spackle and various power tools. Little Sean is back to do more of the electrical stuff (He’s up in Glinda’s flat right now.) And I need a tissue because my nose will not stop running.

Eh, it’s all good. Except for the nose thing.

Where to start?

Not so much with this post, but in general. There are dozens of things that need doing, and instead of actually doing any of them, I’m making coffee and blog posts.

Let’s see, since my last post, I’ve had rats in the house and apparently out again since the one I saw has quite disappeared. I’m advised that there are several in the garage which gives me the wiggins as well as worries me since there’s SO much stuff out there that I need to go through. All I can say is that they’d best not be chowing down on old family photos. The rest? Well, it ain’t nothin’ but a thang as my friend, Paulle, would say.

The basement is very nearly ready to start moving into, and I have to say it looks gorgeous. A bit more work and I’d have a rentable apartment down there. Certainly it’s something to bear in mind, but right now I want the studio space. The walls are white and all the trim is cobalt blue. The bathroom is blue and white, and the shower stall is just so wonderful I want to go down there and sit. Progress slowed this week, though, since Abe and his wife welcomed a new baby into the family, and Charles is taking a much-deserved and much-needed short vacation. The garden is getting prettier, though my fuchsia isn’t doing well. I have no luck with them.

This has been swag week with new coffee, new furniture (via Overstock.com — really nice stuff, very cheap, and honest-to-god, the shipping really is that cheap unless you join club O, and then it’s free!) some much-needed storage containers which are even now going through a cycle in the dish washer, and one of those hook-and-go carts for shopping. You hang your bags from the hooks which lets you arrange things so nothing gets smushed. It’s perfect for the net bags I’ve been using for shopping lately, and when not in use, folds up tight into almost no space at all. It’s a Bubbie Cart for the 21st Century.

Alas, all I want to do this afternoon is sleep, and I can’t. I have too much to do, and have to meet friends downtown this evening to see Eddie Izzard. I love Eddie to pieces but Must. Have. Sleep.

Desperately in need of a bath

I spent about four hours outside today, planting, watering and rearranging things and I am beyond grimy. Oh, and I took a lot of photos, too. Over the last few days I’ve posted a lot of photos to my Flickr photostream, most from last month. If anyone is interested, there are a ton of them. But today I want to post the pics I took this afternoon because they’re pretty wonderful, I think.

First off, those of you who remember what the basement used to look like (those pics are over on Flickr, too), check this out. Barely even looks like a basement anymore, does it? And here’s the bathroom being tiled. I

adore the trimwork here. I keep telling Charles I’m not going to want to shower upstairs after this is finished.

The work down here is winding down, which is nice because I’m sick to death of the dust that renovation raises. But I think I will miss having the guys around. I’ve gotten so used to it.

So yesterday Charles and I did some errands and then we went to Gethsemane Gardens — that always strikes me as being an unfortunate name for a garden center, but whatever — and picked out some really nice plants to round off the garden for this year.

More anon…

Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain

Or rather, no attention to the Kindle widget at the left. A friend wants to buy one eventually and if she buys through one of my associate links, I might finally get enough credit in my Amazon account to buy a couple of books. I don’t normally advertise on my blog, but the links I sent her in email were just not working. Anyway, I’ll remove the link when she no longer needs it. Until then, just ignore it.

Piccys later!

State of the house

Jenna quite rightly pointed out to me that I hadn’t been updating here. I’ve made a series of short posts over on Live Journal, but had planned to hold off here until I had photos to post. Alas, while I have a flash card full of photos, getting them posted is proving to be beyond me just now. I still don’t have my desktop set up, and my laptop doesn’t have a compact flash slot. So, gentle readers, you’ll have to make do with a short narrative about the joys and woes of a new home.

Renovation is going very well if you don’t count the money hemorrhage I’m undergoing. Still, the result is excellent so I suppose that as long as I can pay my bills I’m doing very well. The unpacking? Not so much. I hit a wall a couple of weeks ago and have been spending much of my free time reading instead of unpacking. This is not a bad thing at all, obviously, but particularly because I haven’t read much in the last years. Depression and the eye issues that come with uncontrolled diabetes took their toll on one of my obsessions long ago, and I had honestly despaired of ever again being the voracious reader I once was. But suddenly I find myself curled up in my big chair lost in books, and I’m thrilled. I don’t even begrudge the time not spent unpacking. That’ll happen. I’m going to read while I feel like it.

Caddy’s settled in very well. Every morning he goes out to the front windows to watch the birds. As soon as the big windows are installed in back I imagine he’ll be back there yelling at the chickadees and doves as they raid the feeders. Birds are voracious. Dawn and I filled the feeders on Sunday and they’re more than half empty already. We’ve attracted some cardinals as well, so I have high hopes of seeing other birds in the garden. I’ve also got strawberries, herbs and asparagus sets to plant out on Saturday or Sunday, and we should be getting a hanging tomato planter soon. Alas, two of our rose bushes have died during the period when there was no care given to the garden, and a third looks like it’s getting ready to call it quits. Even dead, though, they’re damn dangerous. My hands are covered in tiny pinprick cuts from pruning out the deadwood, and one of the branches actually attacked me! It leaped out, grabbed my leg and tripped me. I took a faceplant into the juniper in the next bed and lay on the ground laughing until Dawn helped me up. Everything hurts, but it’s still sort of funny.

I’ve got sample colors coming from Benny Moore, which has set up a website where you can match any color from any manufacturer, and get a pint-size sample for a very reasonable price. So far the plan is: Living room: Teal with silver-grey ceiling. Dining room: Violet with silver-grey ceiling. Kitchen and sun porch: Pale cream with red and black accents. Bedroom: Same blue as my old bedroom on the walls, darker blue with sparkly stuff on the ceiling, and a pale lavender in the closet. Studio: Sunny yellow. Bath: I have NO idea. Seriously. I’m totally stymied because of the tile in there. It sucks. As does the vanity and med cabinet. I had a much simpler time picking out the tile for the basement bathroom than I am having even deciding on what color washcloths I want.

And to top it all off I either have a cold or really savage allergies. Since I haven’t had a sore throat (my cold alert system) I’m inclined to think the latter, but I feel pretty drained as well as congested and sneezy, and have lost my ability to deal with low temps, all of which kind of points to a cold. Personally, I’d prefer it was that. Not only will it end eventually, but it gives me more of an excuse for not getting anything done. Except that I have a ton of laundry to do, and today I really, really need to scrub the cat box, and strap on my new kneepads so I can also scrub the floors.

Considering how much grime gets raised here every day, I suppose cleaning the floors is a fool’s errand, huh? That’s the worst part of renovation. The dirt is just everywhere. I dust and a day later can write my name on my furniture. *sigh*

Okay, I”m going to go make some coffee and read a book.