Decorating Diaries: Floor & Tile

A few of you have e-mailed me asking for an update on the master bath progress, so here it is:

  • Floor guys couldn't come on Friday because a part wasn't in, so they'll be here later today (Monday). 
  • I received via fax a floor estimate yesterday from counter woman, who is henceforth to be known as "counter and tile woman."  I just left her a voicemail.  The pricing looks good, but I need to know if they are willing to do the tile work for the floor AND shower, or just the floor.  If it's just the floor, I'd just as soon have a tile guy come in who will do everything all at once.  But since she designed the floor and ordered the tile, I'm hoping she'll agree to just do it all.
  • Counter and tile woman is looking into finding a liner for my shower for me.  (Then she will be "counter, tile, and liner woman.") Once I know the size of the liner, I can look at shower doors.  Once I order a shower door, I give the measurements to my contractor, who will build in the walls so that they fit a standard shower door and we don't have to spend the money to order a custom door.
  • I've asked my contractor to come in and work on some drywall/taping repairs.
  • Blair and I need to get our butts in gear and pick out lighting fixtures so we can get the lighting guy in. We want some...aw crap, I can't think of the word...you know, those little round lights installed flush in the ceiling?  Whatever those are called, we want those over the shower and over the countertop area.  But since they're installed in the ceiling, I would assume those would go in before the taping/drywall repair?
  • At some point, having a toilet installed would also be a good thing.

Our front guest bedroom has become a parts place.  We've got the toilet, shower fixtures, old bathroom mirrors, heating vent, and God know what else piled around the floor in there, each waiting for their special moment when it's time to be installed in the bathroom.  Blair says the bathroom will be done before Christmas.  I'm not as optimistic. But I'm willing to leave out cookies and beer for Santa if it might help.

These Boots Aren't Made For Walkin'...

This little piggy went to market.  This little piggy stayed home.  This little piggy had roast beef, and this little piggy had none.  And this little piggy went "wee-wee-wee'" all the way home!

My piggy who feasted on roast beef and the bereft piggy who had none are numb.  Numb as in, there's a deep tingling sensation inside somewhere near the bone, but I'm pretty sure you could drop a brick on either piggy and I wouldn't feel a thing.

Why?  I wore my kicking, super-high heel boots all day yesterday - 7:30 AM to 9 PM.  While I looked good, I think I may have done permanent damage to my feet.  How the Carrie Bradshaws of the world do this on a daily basis is beyond me. I've worn the boots before for a couple of hours and my feet have been sore, but I've never actually lost sensation in a body part before. I'm guessing that can't be a good thing.  Especially since it's been almost 12 hours  since I slipped the heinous things off my feet.  Today I will embrace my mother Earth/granola  side and wear only Birkenstocks with thick, comfy socks.

Meanwhile, piggies are dying...

The Tree Gods Will Get Me

I'm sitting in front of my computer (obviously) watching as the Epson printer to my left churns out document after document.  "Wa-hoo, wa-hoo, wa-hoo, wa-hoo..." is the noise it makes as it spews out copy after copy. 

I look to my right and there are no less than eight different mounds of paper piled around the floor.  The cats weave in and out of the stacks as if they're participating in a life-size maze (pausing, of course, to rub their faces against the corner of each stack thereby declaring it "mine"). The desk behind me is...well, the desk is not visible at the moment, as it's piled high with "already copied," "to be copied," "need to decide if I'm copying or not" and other piles of paper of varying degree of importance.

The environmental god (walking the earth this moment under the guise of Leonardo DiCaprio) will get me for this.  I have the equivalent of a small forest laid in front of me. An unexpected breeze that ruffled the piles would be all it takes to send me over the edge.

Most of it will disappear after class tomorrow. I upped the ante from my 20 handouts and added 5 more.  (UNC-G did offer to reimburse me for paper or ink, so kudos to them.) 

I think I'll go outside and water a bush or something.  You know, just to make amends.

Dena

Converting to An Audio Book

I received an e-mail this morning from a woman who asked if I might be making Lessons In Stalking available as an audio book any time soon.  Her mom had a stroke 3 years ago and now listens to most books on audio.  But, she described her mom as "that crazy cat lady" who used to have 7 cats and still has 3, and who would love the humor in the book.  So I'm going to spend part of today researching how to make this happen.  It's always been in the back of my mind as a "I need to look into that someday," but I'm taking this e-mail as a nudge from the Universe that it's time to make it happen.  Actually, it's a double nudge, because yesterday I was reading my online newsletter from Dan Poynter, and a blurb about marketing your book not only as a paper book, but also as an audio book, e-book, etc. caught my attention.  I blew it off, but combined with this morning's e-mail, it seems someone is trying to tell me something.