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I got my hair done. Fall colors — red, orange and silver. It looks really nice!
No piano for R. and A. because F. had to work in the evening. But T. did a remote lesson at college on a piano there. Yay!
I walked with M.
T. had his first college class and it went well. He did the homework assignment. (No, I did not call and ask.)
I decided enough is enough, I’m going to “fix” the laundry problem in the new house. We originally wanted a big laundry room, lots of machines, but the architect split it up and put laundry in the two main suites. I was like, no, I said near the pool. He put one more machine there. *sigh* Then I got him to combine it all into a laundry lobby at the base of the stairs — lots of closets, slick Blum Revego doors planned, paneling, a lot of nonsense but whatever. And then all but one of the closets (the one 10’ away) got eaten by the HVAC and elevator. _Enough_. I figure that A., R. and I are all pretty convenient to the third machine in the exercise room closet; that’s fine. But to get there from my sister’s area or my nieces’, you’d have to go through the pool room. Nope. I’m leavng one machine in the basement lobby, but removing the expensive paneling and fancy door, because they don’t make sense any more anyway; we put regular doors on the closets other than the one with the laundry machines.
I talked to my sister about where we could put a machine in her suite, and we figured out a spot. So that’s good. I’ve updated the slides. But I also kinda traumatized one of the designers at N.’s company because he couldn’t tell what was going on with the lighting for the living room. And _that_ happened because we went so quickly from “walkitout wants a backup plan if the trimbers don’t work” to “J. doesn’t want any interactive dependency between millwork and electrical”. Which, fair, and I’m glad she put her foot down, honestly. She’s also the one who pointed out the vestigial paneling in the basement. Anyway, we’re now ripping trimbers and tambour wainscoting out of everywhere (except trimbers staying in R.’s room), because of all the issues with parallel lines and contrast and headaches and gamma oscillations and wtfery.
While all that was going on, I was also prodding the engineering company to produce an invoice, then getting that invoice paid via wire transfer so it would be instant. Tomorrow’s job will be prodding them into turning the money over to the unpaid structural engineer.
It’s been a week. It truly, truly has.
Oh, and my sister is interested in the island with the attached dining table option, which I honestly think is kind of offensively cool. I suspect it will piss off the architect but turn out to be absolutely amazing.
T.’s been calling because someone got a pot of his so greasy T. can’t get it all the way off, so he’ll be coming by tomorrow and also I’m getting updates on how his week is going. Which is great! I don’t have to hover — he’ll let me know. It’s a nice feeling.
Tomorrow is car appointment (me) and dentist (R. and A.).
No piano for R. and A. because F. had to work in the evening. But T. did a remote lesson at college on a piano there. Yay!
I walked with M.
T. had his first college class and it went well. He did the homework assignment. (No, I did not call and ask.)
I decided enough is enough, I’m going to “fix” the laundry problem in the new house. We originally wanted a big laundry room, lots of machines, but the architect split it up and put laundry in the two main suites. I was like, no, I said near the pool. He put one more machine there. *sigh* Then I got him to combine it all into a laundry lobby at the base of the stairs — lots of closets, slick Blum Revego doors planned, paneling, a lot of nonsense but whatever. And then all but one of the closets (the one 10’ away) got eaten by the HVAC and elevator. _Enough_. I figure that A., R. and I are all pretty convenient to the third machine in the exercise room closet; that’s fine. But to get there from my sister’s area or my nieces’, you’d have to go through the pool room. Nope. I’m leavng one machine in the basement lobby, but removing the expensive paneling and fancy door, because they don’t make sense any more anyway; we put regular doors on the closets other than the one with the laundry machines.
I talked to my sister about where we could put a machine in her suite, and we figured out a spot. So that’s good. I’ve updated the slides. But I also kinda traumatized one of the designers at N.’s company because he couldn’t tell what was going on with the lighting for the living room. And _that_ happened because we went so quickly from “walkitout wants a backup plan if the trimbers don’t work” to “J. doesn’t want any interactive dependency between millwork and electrical”. Which, fair, and I’m glad she put her foot down, honestly. She’s also the one who pointed out the vestigial paneling in the basement. Anyway, we’re now ripping trimbers and tambour wainscoting out of everywhere (except trimbers staying in R.’s room), because of all the issues with parallel lines and contrast and headaches and gamma oscillations and wtfery.
While all that was going on, I was also prodding the engineering company to produce an invoice, then getting that invoice paid via wire transfer so it would be instant. Tomorrow’s job will be prodding them into turning the money over to the unpaid structural engineer.
It’s been a week. It truly, truly has.
Oh, and my sister is interested in the island with the attached dining table option, which I honestly think is kind of offensively cool. I suspect it will piss off the architect but turn out to be absolutely amazing.
T.’s been calling because someone got a pot of his so greasy T. can’t get it all the way off, so he’ll be coming by tomorrow and also I’m getting updates on how his week is going. Which is great! I don’t have to hover — he’ll let me know. It’s a nice feeling.
Tomorrow is car appointment (me) and dentist (R. and A.).