So! Where are we right now in the Master Bath Re-Do Process? (I thought you’d never ask.)
For the past month, my filled-with-fabulousness husband has taken just about every non-working moment and invested it in this job. He gets home from church, pauses about 39.45 seconds (that’s a rough estimate) for a little breather and then throws on his work clothes for yet another go round.
Here’s what he and Mike (the tile guy) did last week.
First of all, they informed me that the master bedroom closet (which is actually in the bathroom) would have to be completely (not to mention totally) emptied out so that Mike could do all the dust-producing stuff necessary in order to rip out the (old, nasty) linoleum and put down the (fresh, sparkling) tile.
Do you know that you’re never quite aware of how much stuff is actually in a closet until you have to move it?
It’s a revelation!
We laid stuff on Nathan’s bed. . .
We hung stuff in Nathan’s closet. . .
And we hung yet other stuff in the office closet.
As you can see, the office was already over run with all sorts of various items that had made their sojourn from the bathroom in past days.
Oh the joy of unmitigated chaotic chaos.
The toilet was removed which (even when plugged) caused an alarming sewer-ish smell to eke its way into our not so appreciative collective consciousness. (Chaos and a sewer smell: the building blocks of joy!)
And the work continued.
And continued some more.
And somewhere along the way, one of the workman (that would be my husband) found the time to sneak in three M & M’s left over from Valentine’s Day. It’s obvious that I’ve trained him well. He knows that at least three pieces of chocolate must be ingested per every ten minutes of work. (It’s a heavily researched scientific formula that I went to great lengths to arrive at.)
And somewhere in the midst of the mess and chaos, I actually found a display of loveliness. I walked into the bathroom one night after Mike had left and found the prettiest little round thingies on the counter. I stared at them for a while before finally deducing (in my non-mechanical, very female brain) that they were rings of nails. Or, um, tacks. Or some such thing.
They gave me a wonderful opportunity to whip out ye olde Nikon and practice with aperture settings and depth of field. (Ha. Like I really know what I just said.)
At any rate, I am easily entertained. And I also like finding beauty in unexpected places.
In reconstructed bathrooms. And in life.
Let me just mention that I have laughed out loud at some of your proposal stories shared here . (And I’m not really a laugh out sort of person.) Other stories you shared made me feel downright weepy. (In a good way, of course.)
You all have got to stop doing this. I can’t keep up with the emotional trauma of going from crying to snorting, all within five minutes .
Well. Of course, if you WANT to keep telling your stories, I’ll try to find the emotional wherewithal to keep reading them. Because I really do love them!
Leah said, “A couple more Nathan & Meagan questions. You've mentioned a couple times that Meagan has already graduated from college. Is she older than Nathan (no need to reveal her age) or did she zoom through scho0l and graduate early? Is Meagan currently working (as a teacher)? Any idea where the lovely couple wants to live? Is graduate school on the horizon for either of them, or will they go straight to work?”
Leah, Nathan is twenty-one and Meagan is about 18 months older. (Which is sort of funny because her sister married a guy about that much younger, as well.)
Meagan has been working in the classroom of a pre-school connected with a church; she does eventually want to teach the grade school/elementary grades.
Not sure where they’re going to live: they both love Florida and they both love North Carolina. Nathan has even talked about living in Colorado some day since he fell in love with Denver when he went skiing there a couple years ago. So, who knows? I imagine work and education opportunities will play a big part in where they end up.
And yes, they both have plans to go on and do graduate work.