Fantastic news!!!!!!
Well, yesterday I finished laying all the uncut tiles (well, not the ones that are to go under the cabinet under the north {north by northwest, actually [the streets are tilted a bit here so they don'd have a strictly north-south alignment]})wall.
So now I've got to spend the day cutting tiles so I can get the space under the refrigerator, the cabinet we already have, and especially the stove, finished and grouted so I can move them back enabling us to walk through the kitchen and, more importantly, heat up food.
Coffee can be done in the microwave, but it's not the same.
You never get intimate stuff like this from Jeremy Denk or Ilkka Talvi, do ya?
I'm getting nervous about monday's class. Fooling aroung in the kitchen keeps me from writing (meets the legal definition of) music.
I'm paying this guy to help me pretend to be a composer, the least I can do is bring some new outrage to class.
He has two pre-teen boys at home, so probably the fact that I don't break anything (except certain rules of harmonic decency) makes for some kind of relief for him.
Speaking of co-incidence....
....sorry to run off like that, I just heard the garbage truck and had to rush out and put out my can.
More stuff you don't get anywhere else.
What co-incidence? I forget.
Oh, yeah.
Just when I need it to cut tile for the kitchen, a tenant leaves a tile cutter when she moves out. What luck, eh?
Of course a tile cutter sufficient to the task can be had for $89.00 at Lowes and the cost of preparing the house for a new tenant and the lost revenue amounts to several thousand but,what the hay? I like to be thankful for small blessings, no matter how expensive.
I mean whattim I gonna do about it now?
Which is my philosophy about my SSO adventure
Which is my philosophy about my relationship to whatshername and Jesus.
So, now I've got to go and plug in the tile cutter and find out that it doesn't work.
I'll tell you about the Union Hotel and the Annie Oakley room later.
So now I've got to spend the day cutting tiles so I can get the space under the refrigerator, the cabinet we already have, and especially the stove, finished and grouted so I can move them back enabling us to walk through the kitchen and, more importantly, heat up food.
Coffee can be done in the microwave, but it's not the same.
You never get intimate stuff like this from Jeremy Denk or Ilkka Talvi, do ya?
I'm getting nervous about monday's class. Fooling aroung in the kitchen keeps me from writing (meets the legal definition of) music.
I'm paying this guy to help me pretend to be a composer, the least I can do is bring some new outrage to class.
He has two pre-teen boys at home, so probably the fact that I don't break anything (except certain rules of harmonic decency) makes for some kind of relief for him.
Speaking of co-incidence....
....sorry to run off like that, I just heard the garbage truck and had to rush out and put out my can.
More stuff you don't get anywhere else.
What co-incidence? I forget.
Oh, yeah.
Just when I need it to cut tile for the kitchen, a tenant leaves a tile cutter when she moves out. What luck, eh?
Of course a tile cutter sufficient to the task can be had for $89.00 at Lowes and the cost of preparing the house for a new tenant and the lost revenue amounts to several thousand but,what the hay? I like to be thankful for small blessings, no matter how expensive.
I mean whattim I gonna do about it now?
Which is my philosophy about my SSO adventure
Which is my philosophy about my relationship to whatshername and Jesus.
So, now I've got to go and plug in the tile cutter and find out that it doesn't work.
I'll tell you about the Union Hotel and the Annie Oakley room later.
Labels: Annie Oakley, grout
posted by Lane Savant at 10:09 AM
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