Enrique came and went this morning while Emma and I went to Dovercourt for a morning swim.
We returned to a stinky house, again, but at least this time the smell was less intense. We can live with it. I nearly broke my back lugging the bird cage up to the bedroom. I feared poor Pixie would succumb to the fumes like some kind of canary in a mineshaft. She hasn’t. Yet.
The floor looks A-mazing.
What’s next? I’m not exactly sure. I think they’re going to paint and patch a few holes in the walls and put down a quarterround, but I’m not sure when that’s all supposed to happen. Suffice it to say, I CAN’T WAIT. Our household is a total disaster. There is furniture everywhere. The corner unit, for example, is temporarily residing in a very awkward corner of the dining room.
Mark and I tried to drag it to the veranda, where it would be more or less out of the way. The thing is heavy, and I nearly knocked myself out trying to drag it to the back door. It was impossible to get a proper grip. And then we discovered that it wouldn’t even fit through the doorway. Ugh.
At one point Mark dared ask: “Can you really not lift this?”
Har. Har. Har. No.
I don’t think he heard me swearing under my breath.
A bunch of people have asked me what colour scheme we chose: Harvest Cornucopia or Cranberries and Nuts (see previous entry here). Well, I’m not telling. :) You’re going to have to wait for the big reveal in the May 21 issue of the Ottawa Citizen. Or come back here and check on the progress! Speaking of which, there’s supposed to be an update published in this Saturday’s paper (April 30th). Pray that they’re not using any, um, unflattering photos of me. :)
