I took tomorrow off. We start moving as soon as my parents arrive for angel duty.
Cagey tells me I need to post more before and after photos of the rebirth of Chateau Travolta. I will do this as soon as I find my little photo-posting device from the wreakage that is my current living room. I don't know where anything is right now. Stuff is stacked, Dr. Seuss-style, everywhere. Almost all my possessions are in the POD, which will be moved tomorrow. As of this morning, there was no surface covering on the walls of my living room.
In the past six days, we've painted four bedrooms, including the trim and doors, had contractors scrape off wallpaper in the library, hall and staircase, painted the upstairs hall, had the wood paneling sent to wood-paneling hell in the living room and had drywall hung in the living room. By the end of next week, all of that stripped area plus the new drywall should be painted. Tonight we attack the mold growing in the basement thanks to the monsoon of two weeks ago. In two weeks we'll have clean, new carpeting in the living room, stairs, hallway and bedrooms. The only remnants of Travolta will be the bathrooms, with their seashell sinks and textured walls and chain-link light fixtures, and the kitchen, adorned as it is with dark, '80s oak cabinets. I can live with that. It's coming along. It's amazing what taking off bad wallpaper will do for a chateau.
So I'll be back in a few days with hopefully DSL in my new house and lots of photos to share. See you when I get back from crazy. Anyone want to buy This Old House?
Oh, and by the way, there's a raging debate regarding what it's like to have a sister going on over at She Doesn't Get It.