Well, it’s not the 19th, but it is done. 🙂 I actually got this finished yesterday, but I just plain haven’t had the time to post or catch up on all the other marvelous blogs I so enjoy reading. Still, here is my completed Our Special Day.
After fourteen years, we are now officially married. At least on my end. On his, he still has to get that china hutch and the china to put in it. Of course, having the house to both shelter that china and hutch, not to mention providing the wall upon which to hang Our Special Day, should probably be tacked onto that list somewhere. But really, at this point it makes no sense to fuss over the little details.
My dear husband has come and gone, and it was wonderful to see him again. He attacked the remodeling job on my sisters’ house like gangbusters! And the list was truly massive.
In three days, he repaired the leaky shower, replaced the rotted out sheetrock in the room right beneath said leak (and textured it so well no one can tell where that 4’x3′ hole was), replaced a cracked toilet, fixed leaks in both bathroom sinks, completely sheetrocked the small upstairs bathroom (including mudding, sanding and mudding again), installed two light fixtures, knocked out the old, broken back door (which was cemented in, for crying out loud) and hung a new one, repaired various holes in various walls where the ex-handyman alternately punched and hung computer speakers, and re-attached four drain spouts which had been pulled down.
Now, all that makes this big, old house sound run down, but it really isn’t. Almost all of these issues were a result of the ‘handyman’ boyfriend one of my sisters–in a misguided attempt at finding personal happiness–brought home with her about two years ago. Now an ex-boyfriend (who has safely ensconced himself in the wilds of Illinois where, fortunately for him, my DH can’t get at him), he was a true weekend warrior but congenitally incapable of finishing any of the projects he started.
For instance, when he decided to remodel the upper bathroom, he knocked out sections of the sheetrock to hang insulation and then stopped. Apparently, the job was finished. He also took the drain spouts down when he ‘remodeled’ the middle bathroom–knocking out the old window and installing the new one–without ever rehanging the siding outside, which was why he took the drain spouts down to begin with. Why he had to taken all four down to do this, heaven only knows.
Anyway, my dear hubby spent a long weekend stalking from room to room, muttering under his breath, “Just one punch. That’s all I need. Just one. I ought to send that @*$#& a bill. That’s exactly what I’m going to do. I’m going to send that @*$#& a bill.”
I love that man. He finished all those repairs, and he did it all with a raging cold. Which he promptly passed to me. I’m three days gone now and miserable, but I think I’ve turned the corner.
As for my sisters, I have sat them both down and firmly schooled them on what to look for in a man. No more handymen; we’ve got two construction workers and an electrician in the family already anyway. Therefore, Laura has been assigned to hunt herself down a plumber and/or auto mechanic and Robin a computer repair/tech support person. That should keep us all in the pink for years to come!
Anyway, that’s what’s going on in my little corner of the world. I’m off now to spend the night cooking curry and catching up on what my favorite bloggers have been up to.