Hillbillies due at 9 but showed at noon. Pisses me off but learning to live with it. They removed the front hall 1970s tartan carpet and finished clearing/cleaning the attic, plus dumstered rusted wheelbarrows and other choice items from down behind garden shed in lower garden. And I sold Peg's IKEA wardrobe to Matt, the 22 year old Hillbilly Helper (as opposed to Hamburger Helper) for $10, the deal being he had to disassemble and take it it away, NOW, which he did. Outside Bob could then get in there and paint.
Meanwhile, Hillbillies 1 & 2 hard at work on hall carpet and figuring out how to move giant marble 12 ton hall mirror and coat rack. A lot of head scratching ensued. You can only watch a certain amount of head scratching at $15 each per hour. I produced 4 "sliders", things Peg used to slip under heavy furniture to slide it around with little or no effort, which I have to say work amazingly, for something so cheap- looking and plastic. We then discovered wall behind hall stand was unpainted and still full of 1925 wallpaper, so while Bob went to work on that (a dryer sheet immersed in water and Palmolive then sprayed on--VERY effective in removing all paper, whatever age it is), I grabbed paint brush and touched up kitchen, dining room, hall, and the French doors in solarium, as we're now calling it (Peg's dressing room), got paint on floor, cashmere, good boots, you name it. Which I wouldn't have done had Bob not had to leave at 3 PM to pick up his 5 year old from school, and what which fresaltor coming to take pics on Saturday--we are behind. Bob is join "to see" if Arlo (Guthrie) can possibly due without him on Friday and come to me instead. Arlo gets him 4 days a week as its. He can give me Bob for one day, is how I see it. And will ring him if he gets stroppy about this.
Eventually did a late Goodwill run with Ken (mostly clean curtains from you name it, every window in the house: am in Set Decorator mode) via bank and post office, and culminating with Super Stop & Shop and TJ Maxx for birthday present for friend (wrinkle remover $5.99) and vinyl shower mat, the kind with suckers, because the old one looked like a relic from the 70s, which it was. Scoured tub. Got none of it up. Put Drain Free in drain. No result. Wate still drains out at minus point 2 mph.
Ken been busy researching all Peg's personal books, to provide Louise The Ebay Marvel with all the info. He also made a salad for dinner. Bravo Ken. And spackled nail holes.
Alain arrived from Connecticut to collect his phone, inadvertently left here yesterday in a carrier bag full of packing tape. That was exciting.
Labels have arrived for Oregon shipping of Peg's archive, scheduled for Thursday. Also exciting.
Kirt (yes, with an "i") the Window Washer Guy arrived with estimate for SOME of the outside windows and none of the inside: $681. Er, don't think so.
The pen drive full of 3 weeks worthy of scans is fucked. That is sad new indeed.
I have been scanning scripts since 8 PM when Ken and I finished sun-dried tomato pesto pasta and hate scripts, all of them, never want to see another, ever, and if I ever write one, remind me of this, before you take aim.
I am freezing but refuse to turn the furnace on yet.
No comments:
Post a Comment