Log in

No account? Create an account
July 2018   01 02 03 04 05 06 07 08 09 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31
3 kittens

First we had flies.

Posted on 2014.08.30 at 12:37
Omg, it has been a very exciting week. Where to start.

1. It's impossibly hard to photograph wallpaper:

August 30, 2014 (1) August 30, 2014 (2)

When I try to include the window inbetween those photos, the wallpaper turns into a dark indistinguishable mass, instead of looking like pretty reflective herringbone feathers.

Here is one of the curtains that will go in between those photos:

August 30, 2014 (3)

All together now:

August 30, 2014 (1)August 30, 2014 (7) August 30, 2014 (8)August 30, 2014 (2)

I don't know that that helped.  Maybe if I add in the light fixtures? And some math?

August 30, 2014 (6)+August 30, 2014 (1)+August 30, 2014 (7)= the new dining room.

In the other little sitting area, we now have this wallpaper:

August 30, 2014 (4)

In the rest of my photos, it just comes out looking like a plain white wall. I dunno. It's paintable; I'm hoping putting a glossy white on it helps to bring out the texture.

On Tuesday, the wallpaper guy stormed out in a huff after seeing the flat drywall. He had a shouting match with the contractor and everything. "You think this counts as flat?" "I didn't know! You're the wallpaper guy! I asked you how flat it needed to be and all you would say is 'It doesn't need to be perfect'!"

Following the quitting/firing of the wallpaper subcontractor, the contractor hired a very sweet, nice hippie, who did a great job, and just hand-sanded the unacceptable patches of drywall. (Major parts of the past three months of delays have been due to the first wallpaper guy - he spent a month in Europe, he had a lot of other jobs, etc. Would that we started with the gentle hippie.)

2. On Monday, the doctor's office called and asked if I could come in for more blood draws. They wanted to do an anemia panel.

Hallelujah, there is a clinical reason I have felt so drained and awful. Being validated is the best!  But on the other hand: anemia treatments will destroy my fragile gut. Iron is well-known to shut down all digestion, which is not what I need.  So I was conflicted - elated and fearful, both.

Anemia panel yielded a B-12 deficiency. HOORAY. So I have been on some mega-pills, and the placebo part has kicked right in, at least. (The real test is being home with the kids over the weekend.)

Is this new surge in energy more exciting than the wallpaper? It's a toss-up: both are amazing.

3. Hawaii was petrified as I walked her to her classroom on the first day of kindergarten. I don't think she said a word the entire time I was there with her.

Welcome home Hawaii! How was kindergarten?
- I love the after-school program more than life itself.
- Did you know that some kids get lunch in the cafeteria instead of having their parents pack them a lunch in a lunch box? They get spaghetti and corndogs and enchiladas. Why don't we do that?
(I'm paraphrasing.)

We have learned nothing about her actual kindergarten experience, but priorities.

(More seriously, kindergarten seems to seriously drain her superego of all its energy. I think she must have her executive brain on overdrive the whole day, because she is a crabby, exhausted, spent mess at the end of the day. I assume this is a transition period and I should have sympathy. Poor Hawaii.)

4. I pick my skin compulsively. It's gotten much worse since having kids, for two reasons: first, something about pregnancy put lots of tiny pickable pores all over my arms and legs. Second, I log so many hours coaxing kids to do whatever task at hand, and it's boring, and I'm sitting there, and I pick at my arms and legs out of sheer boredom.

Hawaii picks at her bellybutton until it bleeds, and then asks for band-aids. It's kind of gross. Hokey Pokey chews on his toenails until they're down to the quick, and then asks us to cut them so they'll be smooth. We're going to buy the bitter polish. It's also gross.  The point being that they both have inherited my compulsive pickiness. I'm sorry kids: it's not my best trait.

My grandmother used to find my picking horrific - she thought it meant I was disturbed. She would tell me that it was a form of cutting. I briefly flirted with the idea that I was disturbed and cutting, and needed help, and it all seemed romantic and desirable. Fortunately I was sensible enough to recognize that actual depression is awful and not romantic nor desirable, and that I was neither depressed nor unhappy, and that I just found picking zits to be super fun.

(Then the internet came along, and zit popping videos exist, and I discovered that I really do not have the passion. Those videos are gross.)

5. First we had flies in the house.

Then came the spiders, which were better, and the flies receded. The spiders kept mostly to themselves.

Lately we've had lizards in the house. Technically they are anoles, and they are generally all over the place but normally they stay outside.

August 30, 2014 (9)

Sometimes they are bright green.  We even had a moment where we realized that Hokey Pokey was not playing with a plastic toy lizard:

August 30, 2014 (10)

but rather a dead, desiccated anole.

The flies were the worst.

6. Ace has a sign which we could not figure out. She would rub her hands up and down her sides, whenever we were getting her dressed or getting ready to go somewhere. It was inscrutable.

Finally we figured out that it meant sunscreen, as is "I dearly love to put on sunscreen and please can we do that constantly forever?"


redfox.typepad.com at 2014-08-30 21:25 (UTC) (Link)
Yay gentle hippie! Somehow I suspect that first wallpaper guy would have been completely immune to the "have you no honor" trick. Butthead.
heebie_geebie at 2014-09-01 13:59 (UTC) (Link)
I think so, too. He name-dropped powerful people in Austin whose wallpaper he was installing, which was an odd conversation. Yes, yes, you're very upscale.
Previous Entry  Next Entry