It’s ok to be different

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This morning we were sitting on the floor, staring at the newly laid bathroom floor. Cabol pointed out that thinset had filled in between about 3/4 of the spaces between the penny tiles. Everything I read says this isn’t really good, since, you know, that’s where the grout is supposed to live.

So, this morning I guess we take a trip over to Home Depot and see what they recommend to remove it in a timely fashion. I can sit there with a sharpened nutcracker or nail set and scrape it all out by hand, but I read you can use a dremel tool. All our dremel tool attachments, however, are a little too wide, so maybe I can find something smaller at the store. Or I’ll have a long week ahead of me.

Cabol was also nice enough to point out that even though I tried to be as anal as possible about putting the sheets down in the right position, I managed to flip one of them 180°. So the little black tiles have a 1′ square section where they are all wonky.

In the middle of the floor.


Country weirdness

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I had ordered a NAS that was to be delivered on Monday by Fed Ex. But this morning (Saturday), they showed up instead. As someone who ships things at work sometimes, I know Saturday delivery is an extra charge. I expressed my surprise to the Fed Ex lady, and she said Fedex Home Delivery doesn’t deliver on Mondays(!) but does on Saturdays.

I wonder if that is a benefit of living in the boonies – things only get delivered on certain days, but they are days when you are actually home!


Bathroom remodel phase two: but we haven’t done a bloody thing all month

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Things have been slow on the bathroom front. Partially because being sick threw me all off, and partially because I’m a lazy bum. Last weekend, I put the rest of the wainscoating up on the walls, and painted it. I also cut the Wonderboard™ and set it on the floor so we wouldn’t keep stepping on sticky wood. I also repaired the floor around the drain.

Tonight I mixed up a bucket of thinset and set the Wonderboard™ on the plywood floor and screwed it in. Tomorrow I should get the tile laid, and maybe by Sunday night we’ll have a toilet again. And the door needs to be shaved down, or we’ll be without one and you’ll be able to watch people pee.

On a slightly related note, when I was back in NY awhile back cleaning out my dad’s place, my Uncle David took me over to my grandfather’s place to see if there was anything I wanted to take back with me. While entertaining me with stories behind various tools, he would also say things like ‘Do you have one of these? No? You really should. You’ll need it.’ I politely nodded and agreed, wondering when I would.

The nice wood chisels? Used at least a dozen times.

The extra jig saw? Awfully handy when I wanted one in the shop and one in the bathroom.

But the 1/2″ drill I thought I’d rarely use since I have a whole cabinet of drills? When I had to mix a pail full of thinset and my ‘heavy duty’ Delta drill started to smoke, it was priceless.

(I have, however, yet to find a use for the giant pipe wrench. Yet.)


Revenge of the Gnats

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I’ve spent the last week smooshing, swatting, squishing, flattening, crushing, and obliterating every gnat I could find in my office. I took the two worst offending plants home, cooked one of the pots of dirt in my car for a few days, dumped most of the soil out, rinsed off the plants themselves, and brought everything back to work. Yes, there were still a few gnats about, but as I got things together and put down a layer of sand on the most tempting pots, I felt pretty confident about my successful annihilation.

Then I made that fateful mistake. I opened Pandora’s box (or in this case the bag of violet potting soil).

As I unzipped the ziplock-type closure on the bag of potting soil, a cloud of gnats shot up into my face and scattered to the four corners of the office. I shrieked! “CLOSE IT! CLOSE IT!” And I frantically tried to rezip the bag. A friend who was in the office practically jumped out of her chair, “What? What? You want me to close the door??”

“Noooooooo! Don’t trap us in here with them!!”

In the time it took me to reseal the bag and my friend to run out the door, all billionityeleven of the freed gnats were gone. Where are they? I’m a little frightened.

Also, I saw an albino fungus gnat. I called my friend over to see it. She’s all, “That is NOT an albino gnat. That is a piece of lint.” I think she’s just trying to reassure me that the gnats have not begun to mutate. This is a research facility after all. Who knows what sorts of wild gnats could have escaped from a lab to mate with my fungus gnats.


Darn Gnats!

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My office is infested with fungus gnats. A coworker just inhaled one up her nose. My desk is littered with their teeny corpses. At least they are slow and fairly easy to kill. They also have no shame or decency and are having sex on my plant right before my very eyes. I already quarantined one plant, but they just moved to another one. DARN THEM. What are they doing?!? My plants aren’t fungusy!

(As a MG intern, I should know all about this and how to stop it, shouldn’t I? No, no. I’m learning that being a MG (intern or full) doesn’t really necessarily mean you know anything about plants and gardening, but everyone expects you to. I want to tell them, “Dude! I listened to people talk about trees and looked at pictures of pretty flowers for a bunch of hours! Yes, I can tell you the parts of a plant, but I do not know what that strange thing growing in your backyard is!” Someday I’ll talk about MG and what it is and stuff, but not now. Now I will go back to the gnat massacre.)


Sweet and Innocent

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Anya is sleeping in her brand new Little Anya bed this very moment. (At least I hope she is. I suppose she could be out partying with the sheep or on her way to town for a beer.) Up until now she’s crashed with us, but ever since she learned how to sit up on her own and also at the same time decided not to cry the instant she woke up we haven’t been able to leave her in the bed alone for fear of Baby Go Thud. This basically means I have to go to bed when she does, and while I really do like to sleep, I don’t always want to sleep quite as much as she does. So, this weekend I bought a little teeny Anya mattress and put it on the floor at the foot of our bed. Eventually we’ll get her bedroom cleared out, but eventually is probably a long ways away.

In other news, there was first a raccoon and then a possum on our porch the other night. They were digging through the “compost trash can” looking for goodies. Too bad for them all they found was carpet lint and cat hair from the vacuum (okay, and probably a few orphaned cheerios).


How we spent our 4th of July weekend

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Friday morning bright and early, I headed out to a blueberry farm owned by a guy who works in my department and his honey, who taught one of the classes for my Master Gardener training. I went with my friend and her son and my boss and her family. (Did you know fresh blueberries are sort of green on the inside…kinda like grapes?) After about five minutes, boss’s kid was ready to go. After about half an hour, friend’s kid was ready to go. Too bad, so sad! I ended up with about three pounds of berries. Made some blueberry pancakes yesterday. Yrm. Anya liked them, too.

While I was out frolicking through the berry field, Andy was at home hard at work…sleeping. He did wake up eventually, though, and chiseled the yicky, sticky vinyl floor tiles out of the bathroom. (Notice the rotten wood to the left and the nice pretty wall to the right.)

He started complaining about his legs hurting, but he figured it was from sitting on the floor for so long. He finished cleaning up the floor, went to Lowes for plywood to repair the floor, and returned home and proceeded to work on a nice little fever complete with body aches and a desire to barf. He’s been sick ever since.

Someone please tell me why he couldn’t have gotten sick BEFORE he took the toilet and sink out of the nice bathroom?

This morning while I was out feeding animals, I spied some nice, ripe black raspberries. I picked some but was kept from many by the poison ivy. Maybe this evening I’ll suit up and steer the lawn mower into that living barrier. Or, maybe I’ll get a sledge hammer and smash up a wall in the bathroom. Or maybe I’ll just take a nap.


Teenager: Thirteen and Fourteen Months

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I know I said I wasn’t going to use months for Anya’s age after she hit 1, but that doesn’t encourage me to make little monthly posts. I suppose I could say she is 1.2, but then I would have to do complex fractiony-algebra-type stuff, and I do enough of that at work.

Anya’s first birthday was pretty low key and a few weeks after the fact. My parents were going to come up for Anya’s real birthday, but my Mom got sick so we waited a bit. When my folks made it up, we baked some pink cupcakes topped with pink frosting, cheerios, and a candle (or something that looked like a candle). I was going to make her a giant cheerio cake, but someone informed me that wouldn’t that just be a bundt cake or a donut? and it didn’t seem so cool. Plus I am lazy.

It took a little coaxing to get the birthday girl started on her cake, but once she discovered the pink goodness, Anya could not be stopped.

Here are some things Anya has been up to the last two months. She:

+ Finally sits up on her own. Before that she would just flop around on the floor like a fish on the bottom of a boat until we’d give her a finger to pull on to sit up.

+ Mastered the scoot. Some babies wear out the knees in their pants; she’s gonna wear out the butts.

+ Correctly placed the cow puzzle piece into the cow puzzle spot.

+ Threw a temper tantrum in the grocery store. Mean Mama for taking away the bag of frozen lima beans so we could check out!

+ Started drinking cow’s milk.

+ Started drinking out of a sippy straw cup. When she’s not banging it on the floor. Or waving it around. Or tossing it over her shoulder.

+ Somersaulted. A gymnastic feat or what happens when a baby tries to scoot down a hill quickly?

+ Began wearing clothes without snaps in the crotch. She does still have snappy clothes, but she has “regular people clothes” now, too.

+ Swung.


Bathroom remodel phase one (in which Doris gets her oats)

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A few weeks ago I put wainscoating up on one of the bathroom walls (the one that didn’t involve things like the vanity and toilet). This weekend, since I have 3 days, it seemed a good idea to try and finish the bulk of the bathroom. This involves:

  • Removing the vanity and toilet
  • Removing the stuck on linoleum squares
  • Adding shutoff valves to the plumbing
  • Installing Wonderboard™ on the floor
  • Installing the tile
  • Adding trim
  • Install new vanity and toilet
  • Hang trim around mirror we glued to the wall
  • Party

Steps one and three have been completed. Step two is going slowly. Step two has also revealed the rotted flooring around the toilet and back to the wall. This was not entirely unexpected – both Cabol’s dad and I had both noticed the toilet wobbling. That doesn’t make it any more enjoyable.

This inserts another step tomorrow – going to home depot to purchase some plywood (unless I happen to have the right thickness in the workshop). Cutting out the rotten pieces, including around the toilet drain. What I’m not sure about is how far it may extend behind the wall (shared with the kitchen). The drywall seems fine. I can stick a putty knife under it and hit the stud, and the stud is solid. The plywood the stud is sitting on, however, may not be. Cabol says we should open up the wall. By we, she means me. It would probably be the best option, and since we’ll be putting wainscoating over it, we wouldn’t have to bother mudding any drywall we replace.