I can't tell you how happy I am that the workmen are finally out of my house. Not because I didn't like them. They were clean (always sweeping up after themselves), courteous (knocking for us rather than just coming in the house), and efficient (they finished 2 days ahead of schedule despite the rain and electrical delays). There is just something about having strangers in your house who make it uncomfortable to go get your morning Cheerios in your pajamas. No traipsing through the house in just a towel because you left your clothes in the dryer at the other end of the house. That feeling like you should be there in case they had any questions. And the hammering at 7:30 in the morning was a horrible second alarm clock.
But they are done and out of here and now my work begins. Yesterday I purchased the new fan and light units and bought the paint (Cinchilla). Today I wrote the final check and moved my stuff into the room to start painting. I got up on the ladder to blue tape the windows and realized I only had two feet of the 1" tape available. So down off the ladder and yet another trip to Home Depot to give them more of my money. Fortunately I only needed 1 roll of blue tape and a pack of daylight mini spiral lightbulbs. Of course I have a feeling that Sunday, when Dan puts the ceiling fans in, that we will be back at the store for something.
This afternoon will be up and down the ladder while I get the top of the wall cut in. Why is it I have three kids who are afraid of heights (stares up at the ceiling whistling). OK, I don't like being up high either (see previous posts) but someone has to go up on the 9 foot ladder. Having very short arms doesn't help, though because it means I have to climb up and down the ladder a bazillion times to do the entire room. I wish I had one of the library ladders that are connected to rails and someone could just push me around the room as I needed to get to the next part. That would be cool and fun and I would probably have three kids wanting to help then.
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