One of the big things that has been keeping us busy around these parts for the past two months has been getting quotes for several different projects for the house. Who knew getting 3 quotes for HVAC and heating would be such a merry-go-round! Seriously, you would think it would be comparing oranges to other oranges. It is not. More like oranges to butternut squash to apple pie. The Man and I ended our multiple discussions with numbers swimming in front of our eyes with me insisting we had to have at least new A/C unit by Spring 2011. Current unit was born in 1973 and I fear we have used up at least one big dinosaur this past blistering summer. One of our bills I required smelling salts from.
We also were getting fencing quotes to try to keep Poodles, Inc corralled in the back yard. Hit a snag on that plot of mine when we were trying to come up with a way to have a gate on one of the side yards that would be functional but still look okay. Our neighbors next door have a lovely garden. They are retired and enjoy spending time in daily to nurture it along but that also means they need access to get a small pickup truck between our houses. Then there were several neighbors randomly mentioning they love Annie and Jack coming over for visits.
Then there was the great hunt for rugs and carpeting that could be made into rugs. Never in my life did I ever think I would be picking out a shag rug! I still have psychological scars from that dreadful 1970’s wall to wall shag carpeting that was everywhere. With that said it turns out we found some wonderful soft shag that we are planning on have made into a rug for the bedroom. It is like stepping on a cloud which will be lovely in the O’dark hours of the morning. The other carpeting we like is crazy expensive per square foot so now in a quandary which one becomes the more affordable hallway runner.
Being the responsible adults that we are, The Man and I decided move ahead to painting the outside of the house. He power washed the bejesus out of the house and bricks not once but TWICE. Then he scraped and scraped and scraped with industrial sandpaper.
The Man started priming with the neighbors stopping by curious to know what color we had picked. Imagine the looks we got when we told them we hadn’t picked any colors yet. Actually we had not even looked yet but I wasn’t about to tell them that with them giving us looks like we had stepped off the crazy train. But as I told them the color choice came and luckily it came very easily.
Then The Man's brother came for a visit and color started going up!
and of course they had a little bit of help from a certain boy poodle.
When that didn't work Jack tried his paw at painting.
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