Archive for August, 2011

My knees hurt.

We rented a nail gun- fun is my middle name- and installed baseboards in the basement yesterday.  The mitre saw was on the floor, and the baseboards were-of course- on the floor, and in spite of the cushy underlay and the new carpet, when you’re as old as Mike and me, more than a few minutes kneeling is too much.

So, to add injury to injury, today I put some shelving together.  Here’s where I started this morning:

That’s my Uncle Hap’s old trunk.  It smells like an old trunk, so I don’t open it, but I love that it has his name scratched on the top.  He was my mother’s only sibling and we lost him eleven years ago.  I still find myself thinking some Sunday evenings “I should just give Uncle Hap a call”, and then I remember that he’s gone.  I smile though, because he was a pleasant man and a gentle man, and family meant a lot to him, especially in his later years.

Later in the day, the view progressed to:

I knew I wanted wooden shelves, and rather than risk marital discord by insisting that we stop at Ikea on holidays to buy shelves there, I sourced some out at the local RONA store, and 80 screws later and more abuse on my knees, I have shelving.  The rug I bought at Pier 1 when I worked there many years ago.  I noticed the label warned that there could be dye transfer if it got wet, but we are supremely confident that that could never happen.

At the end of the afternoon, I foolishly accepted Mike’s offer to help me move things from the office upstairs to the new Playroom in the basement.  I don’t think he had any idea how many little bins of fibre were living in the closet of the home office. (He did say something about getting not needing to feel bad about buying that new 3 wood he’s been eyeing up.  I think he should go for it, because he needs encouragement in his hobbies, and he certainly isn’t going to knit.  Just like I’m not going to golf.  We have reached an Understanding.)  I just tell him that I am my own personal economic stimulus program.  I haven’t moved any weaving paraphernalia except my tapestry loom, as I still have to install a work surface in the old closet, but at suppertime tonight here’s what one end of the room looked like:

It's mostly sock yarn and laceweight. Not a big stash by some people's standards, is it?

I have lots more to do, since I have been waiting and planning for this for 11 months.  It’s very exciting.  I almost don’t want to go on holidays next week.  But go on holidays we shall, to visit family in the Okanagan (interior of BC for those who might not be familiar with our western Canadian geography) with a side trip to Quebec City for a weekend right in the middle of the BC trip.  Not exactly on the way, but Mike won a free trip, so I’ll go.  We’ve always wanted to see Quebec City anyways.  Then it will be home again, and finishing touches on Judy’s “I can’t believe it’s actually finished” Playroom.

Thanks for all the encouraging words over the last year.  It’s been a bugger getting all the yardwork and interior work done (outside is not quite there, but we can see light at the end of the tunnel), but in the end, we’re happy with the results and hope that we’ll never have water issues in this house again.

I will post soon about some rather interesting knitting I’ve been doing.

***Oh yeah.  We also got the treadmill and the Bowflex set up in the other room.  But that’s exercise, so who cares?


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