Potluck

Blue and I have survived the first day of the Floor Adventure. The Mover Dudes came in early early this a.m. and she did not like them. Not one bit. Usually, she warms up quickly to people, but one of these guys was scared of her and she wanted to disembowel him. I was a little surprised, but I guess it’s nice to know she’ll sound that nasty when she thinks it’s warranted. She scared the heck out of Dave the other day, too, when he hauled the futon to Goodwill for me. One of the movers really liked the cat paint job on that little dresser in the spare room.

They shoved all my furniture over to the right half of the house, and Blue and I spent the day in my office, where I was earning my pittance. Later, Willy the Floor Dude came in and started ripping out carpet and junk. I haven’t yet been tempted to say, “Willy!” as it would rhyme with “Timmy!”, or to do a bad Willy the Groundskeeper imitation. He’s too nice. 🙂 He found that the old vinyl hadn’t even been glued down—just laid down, held in place by the walls—so he had to rip that out, too. Now, it’s covered with fresh-wood-smelling underlayment. Outgassing be damned. He does excellent seams. Tomorrow I guess he puts the first flooring down and I’ll get a clue what it will look like. Now, Blue is lying at the intersection of carpet and underlayment, glaring at the underlayment.

The Baseboard Dude came by, too, with a few samples. I’d initially intended to go basic and simple, but that looks really drab next to a couple of the others he brought, so I may go for something a bit bigger and more retro. The more I look at it, the better I like the bigger one, anyway, and I can have the door trims replaced later to go with the baseboard better if I want to.

Grandma had big excitement on Saturday. Now I know the whole story. A car ran into a main power pole and knocked out power to a 300-house area that included Mom’s complex and the hospital. Most of the residents were downstairs after dinner, and the generator would power only one elevator, so they had to go up in one-elevator groups. Took a couple of hours, and since it was the only interruption in Life at Orchard Park in years, everyone was bubbly and excited about it. The nurses said later that some folks were yelling at them to turn the lights on. 🙂 Grandma called and twice, one right after the other, told me the whole story top to bottom. I could practically see her eyes wide like saucers. And I managed not to laugh at her. To her face. 😀

Rob and I had intended to go see a movie that evening, but both the movies we wanted to see were sold out for that showing so we rented “Running with Scissors.” Missed some excitement at the theater, too, because apparently three cop cars showed up for an alleged attempted rape in the parking lot. R with S takes the prize as one of the three most BIZARRE movies I have ever seen, and I can’t presently think what the other two might be. It makes Fellini look ordinary. It was pretty amazing to pull a sort-of-happy ending out of it, too. Annette Bening and Jill Clayburgh did phenomenal jobs. Watching “The Great Train Robbery” the next day made me happier, and I have the Baron Munchausen one to watch tonight. I can still see the TV, so better do it while I can. I rented a Spanish one, too, “La Virgen de la Lujuria” or something. No clue yet.

R with S explains why I’ll never have a best-seller. As weird as I thought my childhood was, it appears to have been devastatingly normal.

Let’s see. I’m about three-quarters through a Paco Ignacio Taibo book, Leonardo’s Bicycle. I’ve got a copy in Spanish somewhere, too, and intended to read them together, but with all my books piled madly up to the ceiling, I have no clue where the Spanish one is. I saw Taibo lecture in Vancouver once and he was really funny. I’d read one or two of his books before that, but have enjoyed them more since. He’s … well, largely nuts. 🙂 Very Mexican.

I got the Moebius scarf to work finally, after surrendering and looking up instructions. It’s exceedingly cool and has an infinite stripe. If I can find the camera, I’ll take a shot of it for posterity. Also a surprise for Chris. I can’t find the rest of the yarn I need for something else I’ve been working on, and just the thought of digging through 12-foot stacks of boxes to look for yarn makes me tired. Especially since I had to empty bathtub #2 this a.m. because Willy wanted to store the toilet in it while he cut floor. Thank goodness it only had light stuff in it and not a huge amount.

Speaking of, if I had to keep the house at 70 deg. for the entire two weeks this will be going on, I would die. I got maybe three hours’ sleep last night because it was so bleeding hot. But evidently, I don’t have to have the temp that high except when Willy’s actually putting the floor in. Thank goodness! Back to 60 it went!

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