tobermory's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- A Mighty Shimmy
On the home (house) front things continue to progress. We bought hardwood for the floors and have a contractor lined up to install it, the a.v. guy has been in to suggest wiring schemes for the tv and surround sound (yeah, yeah, yeah � we�re upgrading the tv to one of those fancy plasma jobbies and we hired some guy who will handle making it all work. But hey � how often do you have the opportunity to put all the fancy wiring inside the walls so you don�t have to look at it.), the alarm guy has been by to give us a quote (�spensive!), and we just bought $1000 worth of tile for the bathrooms and for the area around the drinking fountain. That�s right, drinking fountain. Better yet, it�s in the living room. Trust me � it�ll be cool. And refreshing. Anyway, now Steve just needs to call the drywall guy to get a quote. Once the drywall and flooring are in it will actually start to look like a real house. People keep asking when it will be done, but that�s so hard to say. Even after the big stuff is done (floors, drywall, cabinets) there will still be tons of minutia to buy and install before it is truly done-done: paint, countertops, bathroom fixtures, cabinet knobs, trim � I could go on and on. I�m hoping Steve doesn�t get stuck on NOT putting in the final touches � I�ve been living without baseboards for five-years now in the �finished� parts of the house (will be the rental unit) which wouldn�t be that big of a deal except that I can see into the basement through the gaps at the edge of the floor. I should keep my mouth shut � at least this winter the insulation is in. Last year if we tried to keep the heat any higher than 62 the furnace ran constantly and I developed a real fear of opening the gas bill. One nice consequence is that I upped my hale & hardyness quotient and now I only need to heat to be at 65 (60 at night) to be happy and feel warm. Anyway, for those of you who are interested, there�s the house update. On to (fucking) Belly Dance. The Nutcracker is in T-4 days (Sunday) and the endless rehearsals are sucking the joy right out of me. This week we were committed for nine hours of rehearsal. NINE F-ING HOURS. This includes the FIVE HOUR dress/tech rehearsal on Thursday. Then we inexplicably get Friday and Saturday off so we can all completely forget everything and looks like asses on Sunday in front of the paying �crowd�. I swear, Tam! pegged it perfectly � we have moved to the point where it feels like we�re all in a Christopher Guest mockumentary about a small-time dance school where everyone takes themselves way too seriously and their big year-end Nutcracker production is just around the corner causing a cavalcade of whimsy and mayhem as the wacky dancers get ready for their big performance. I apologized to Steve about a thousand times this week � I�ve become the wife who leaves in the morning at 5am and then comes back at 9:30 just in time to go to bed where I pass out instantly. Good times my friends, good times. I�m pretty happy that these good times will be ending soon.
4:08 p.m. - 2007-12-12 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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