All afternoon I’ve been inhaling the fumes of polyurethane and paint – that fine mixture of aromas that only someone suffering from a completely stopped up nose could ignore – and my nose is functionally normally, thank you very much – or at least it was. My head is splitting. How Charlie is still standing I have no clue. He’s been up close and personal with both those products all day, while I’ve tried to stay as far away from the rooms he’s working on as possible.
Is it finished? No. Will it be finished by Friday night when Blake arrives to be with us through Thanksgiving week? No. Close maybe – but not finished.
We’ve come a long way though, and I think when it’s time to write Monday’s blog, we will maybe only lack the finishing touches on Ted’s bathroom and maybe some trim in our bedroom. If we had one more week, we’d be good to go – but we don’t. Charlie starts a new job on Monday, and whatever is left, we will finish ourselves – after Thanksgiving.
My main goal now is to have everything back in its place by Saturday morning AND to be able to get to the washer and dryer, which is inside a double closet on the sunporch (which has just been polyurathaned for the second time in 24 hours). You folks know how I am about my wash – every day it’s got to be done – sometimes twice a day. And as of this writing, I haven’t washed a load of clothes in 34 hours. Maybe that’s why I’m feeling so faint.
Blake comes in Friday, and Jason and Blair arrive on Wednesday night. It will be the first time in years that both my boys and daughter-in-law Blair will be with us for Thanksgiving. We’ll be traveling to my hometown – Sylvester, Ga – to spend the holiday with my daddy’s side of the family – the Sumners. We’re so excited!
See you Monday – God bless.