Please, please, please don’t let it rain……the roof is done up to the tar paper, felt paper, whatever it’s called. My brother came over today and we….well mostly he…put up the new insulation and ugly tiles.
My brother did a good job, working with what he had, although he did say not to tell anybody that he did it. I told him it’s not his fault I live in a crooked house where nothing is square.
The light is still out of control ugly, and I have someone with the know how to do it. I feel better after seeing what was underneath.
This is the one wall and the bathroom door.
This is the other wall and my bedroom door. I would show you the other 2 inches of wall between my room and the girls room, and the other inch and three quarters between her room and the bathroom but she has her name on it (that somebody made for her when she was in 6th grade basketball) and it’s not purple yet. She is not going to be happy to hear that her uncle inspected her door and said “throw some spackle on it…it’s not that bad to justify the amount of work it would take for me to replace it.”
My weekend in a nutshell…roof…paint walls…ceiling…crow vinyl. I am too pooped to pop…..whatever the heck that means…..Zia
Ps. I had really weird dreams about the Cockroach and his family last night? Maybe because I came across a picture of him while I was purging my paper clutter of when we were at a medieval faire and he was clean…and he wasn’t horrible all of the time, I don’t really write about the times when he wasn’t a monster. Maybe I dreamed that he burned down my house….that wasn’t really my house….because I burned everyone of those pictures???? I don’t know why I had those dreams and maybe in ten years I will wish that I didn’t burn those pictures…..really doubt that one…but I did and now they are gone, just like he is. maybe I really am viscous?