Wow. I dunno about you guys, but this has been a crazy, mostly-yucky few months for me! Between this god-awful allergy/bronchitis/whooping cough/sumpin’-sumpin’ and then getting that molar pulled followed swiftly by a lovely dry socket, I have been, let’s just say not fit for company.
Thank God I am finally feeling better. I still don’t have my voice back though. Yeah, yeah…funny. Ha. Ha. I can talk at least, but it’s just squeaky and crackly. I’ve never had laryngitis or whatever this is called for this long. Usually a week or possibly two and I’m over it, but this is nuts! I never realized how much I hum or sing harmony along with whatever song is playing. I notice it now because I simply can NOT do it!
It’s definitely true, you don’t know what you have until it’s gone. Well, except for that tooth. I don’t miss it. I can finally swallow and talk (or squeak) without it jabbing into my tongue all the time. Yay for that!
Okay, so let’s catch up. I guess everyone is getting ready for Thanksgiving now. I swear, every year at this time, I always feel like time just speeds up even faster than normal. No matter what vows I make to do better “next year”, be more prepared, the holidays always seem to catch me off guard. I’ve decided, at least for me, it’s that we’re all trying to wring the last bit of summer out that we can, so we’re rushing around doing summer things and then suddenly BOOM! it’s fall. Ha ha ha! That’s sure the way it has been this year, too.
For several years of our married life, autumn has found us doing some major remodeling on the house of some sort. So then as Thanksgiving looms, we are rushing and working all hours to get done so we can host at least one gathering of family. One year, we were almost done painting the last of our three biggest rooms! Another year I think we had just swapped furniture in the living room and family room.
This year? Well, no big projects going on, but one is in the pipe. We actually have material stacked up in the hallway waiting for the chaos to commence.
We built our house. Well, I say “we” but y’know, my man built it. Seriously. He framed it and did the wiring and plumbing. We hired all of the drywall, siding, roof and foundation out. We were thrilled snotless to be finally getting a house after living eight years in a 12×60 single wide with a toddler! Then we had lived several months with both the boys in my parents’ basement. We were ready for some space! We thought we had tons.
We were wrong.
Of course, we tried to save money, build it nice but not extravagant by any means. And we really DID think we had given ourselves plenty of room. Most of the rooms are perfectly fine, but our master bedroom is just cramped. That’s the only way you can put it.
We have your typical 3-bed/2-bath ranch style house with family room, living room, utility room and dine-in kitchen. Our original floor plan had a walk-in closet in the master bedroom that jutted out into the kitchen. My dad convinced us that it was going to make the kitchen way too small, and he was right. I would have hated the kitchen if we’d done it that way. So to remedy that, we basically shoved that closet back into the bedroom, made it smaller and gave up a chunk of space we — thought — we could spare.
We were wrong.
The bedroom has two doors and one 36-inch window, plus the two hinge-type closet doors. One door opens to the kitchen, the other is a pocket door that opens to the walk-thru master bath which then leads through the utility room that then opens up into the kitchen as well. IF you are still with me after that, you are amazing. Can I just say that right now? 🙂
So our bedroom/bathroom/utility/kitchen have a circular path through them and we use all of those on a regular basis. ANYway, so for a couple years, we’ve sporadically talked about pushing one wall of the bedroom into the living that we seldom use anyway. Our front door is in the living room and opens to our porch. We don’t use that door much and it is directly in line with a larger arched opening into the family room. It’s a straight shot from one to the other. To the left of the arched doorway, if you’re facing in toward the house, is that little hallway to the two bedrooms. So if we pushed the bedroom all the way to the front door, it would basically create another short hallway from the front door to the family room and connected to the current hallway in an L shape. Doing that would give us about 120 extra square feet in the bedroom. That is some much needed space!
The main reason we never started the project before was because of the cost of flooring. The other stuff is not terribly expensive and can be bought in smaller batches as it is used and needed. But not the floor. And we are getting rid of all the carpet, remember? And, as my mother is always so quick to point out, “Carpet is the cheapest” but we want wood, sooOOOOoo…. sigh There’s our conundrum.
Sometime last week, Melissa texted me a post from Facebook where the sister of someone we know was selling several boxes of nice hardwood flooring. We looked around online to compare prices and even if it was discounted a little from retail, it was still going to be out of our ability to pay for, so we politely declined to buy it. They came back with a slightly cheaper price and we thought and figured again, but things are very tight right now with Tommy repairing this other truck, so we still couldn’t afford it.
Somewhere along the line, I mentioned all this to my mom. Just while chatting on the phone. In typical mom-style, she asked how much the people wanted for the wood. She would buy it for us “for Christmas”. She insisted until I said I would talk it over with Tommy. He reminded me of how many times our parents have helped my sister and her husband out financially, so he said go ahead and let her buy it. So now we have nine boxes of hardwood stacked in the hallway. It is just enough to do our entire bedroom…the way it is now.
If we expand the room like we want, we will need another three boxes. We’ve found that, contrary to what the floor-selling people told us, there is a place local that we can get more of this same color/style wood, so that’s not a worry, although it will be around $300 to buy the additional wood. We wouldn’t have to have it just yet.
We’re not quite going to this extreme, but close…
We kept talking about this whole idea and decided that if we were going to stay here, and after 25 years, I’m pretty sure we’re not going anywhere, we should probably go ahead and make the house like we want, more practical and comfortable while we are still able.
We’re not spring chickens anymore, in case you didn’t know. So now I’m thinking about logistics, the moving our bedroom into one of the spare rooms, the fact that doing that requires renting a carpet cleaner because Max occasionally thinks that’s his bathroom 🙁 and we didn’t realize it for awhile. GASP!
There will be ceiling to repair/redo, which means Yay! I’ll be getting rid of the popcorn in the bedroom, but Urgh, It will be a job doing it back slick. Tommy doesn’t seem to have any reservations and I’ve never seen the man not do something he set his mind to, so I’m not worrying about it either.
I’ll get to repaint the bedroom, like I wanted to already since we got rid of all our old bedding and got new allergen-free/resistant stuff. Getting the carpet out will help the allergies a lot and so I can paint the room to match the new spread I got for the bed. It’s grey, in case you wondered, a very light grey and it’s just a quilted cotton coverlet type, but the main reason I got it was because it can be thrown in the washer. I’m going to use some tone of blue as an accent, I think. Maybe even do one wall a different color. Here are examples of my color ideas for wall paint:
I’m thinking something like either of these two shades for the main grey color….
I couldn’t find any bedroom pix with the grey/blue combo, so here are a couple living rooms with the tone of blue I’m thinking for accent…
We shall see. As of right now, I made the mistake of looking around for some images of “remodeling chaos” and up popped a bunch of Pinterest stuff and “after” shots from professional remodeling jobs. Now I’m all like, dang! Have you seen my house? Better yet, have you seen my bank balance?!?
Can you feel me? Yeah…I gotta stick to the real world here in Po’ville where we barely scrapin’ by. Ha, ha!
Nothing like moving large pieces of furniture from room to room to make you realize how much space they actually take up. That’s what I dread the most, I guess. Living with the added mess and chaos that just comes with a remodel. When you have to move one room into another while the other one is still there. Not knowing where anything is because you had to find a whole new place to put it where it wouldn’t get in the way in a room it doesn’t even belong anyway. See?
Oh well… soon, maybe. You know I’ll keep you posted. And with my actual pix possibly! Ha!
After leaving you hanging with this post, I had to scramble to recall the details of the incident I’m about to recollect for you.
Okay, so my dad is weird, We figured that one out already. He marches to the beat of his own drum, you might say (yes, possibly in his underwear) so don’t even think you know the tune he’s drumming or what his drum’s even made of because nobody knows. No-body. I’m not sure if this incident had anything to do with his weirdness or if it was just “dumb luck”.
Like I said, his very own drummer, uhkay?
This happened when my boys were not quite teenagers yet and I’m not really sure why we were all there at bedtime, but for some reason we were.
Dad had already got in bed, but he was watching TV in there. Maybe the boys were being loud or something. I honestly can’t remember. What I DO remember is that he suddenly started hollering, “Hey! HEY! SOMEBODY COME IN HERE!”
I dunno who went in first, but I remember calling through the door to ask what was wrong. Didn’t wanna risk another viewing of Undieman, ya know? So I hollered through the door.
He said, “There’s something in here!” Well, yeah, if I’d had time to think about it, I would have probably rolled on the floor laughing at the ludicrousness of him saying that now, some 20 years after this incident, but I didn’t have time. Now, however, it makes me crack up.
So my eldest son, who was probably around 12 or 13 at the time, opened the door as I peered into the room from behind him. All I could see was Dad in the blue flicker of TV light, with the covers pulled up under his nose staring wide-eyed at the ceiling in the corner of the room.
“What is that thing?”, he said, and pointed to where he was looking so intently.
We both leaned in, staying behind the door because frankly, Dad was freaking us out a little. What we saw was hard to make out, but at first it appeared to just be a big black blob up in the corner of the room. Yes indeed, scary enough if you’ve watched as many spooky movies as I have, but as our eyes adjusted to the low light, we could make out the skin-like wings of a bat!
By this time, my husband had come on the scene from wherever he had been. Perhaps he was trying to keep his distance from the bedroom? I guess maybe the possibility of seeing your father-in-law in his skivvies was more than he wanted to deal with at the time, but he went on in to see if it was indeed a bat and what could be done to get the thing out of the house!
In case you’re wondering, no, this wasn’t the same house that had Undieman running for his life. It was actually a house that had been my grandparents’ for as long as I could remember. It was built in the 1940’s so it was a fairly old house, although very solid and not at all ramshackle or run-down like you might imagine a bat would like to hang around in. Maybe this was a progressive, rebel bat who was looking for a more modern scene?
Anyhow, so Hubby proceeds to try shooing the bat out, which leads my mother to scream bloody murder lest the thing escape the bedroom and be set loose to fly all over the house. I think she figured she didn’t have to sleep in the bedroom in case we had to just shut the thing up in there and wait for an exterminator. The hubby soon learns that This Bat will not be shoo’ed. He simply flaps and squawks at Hubby’s pathetic attempts to make him leave. Once or twice, The Bat flew from one corner to another, which didn’t get him any closer to being outside and was apparently a little unnerving to both men judging from the occasional yelps that came from inside the room.
In a few minutes, Hubby sticks his head out the door and instructs the boys to find something to catch the bat in. My mind went completely blank as it raced to try even fathoming what my parents might have lying around that would double as a bat catcher. Before I could start a list of possibilities, our eldest comes to the door with a couple of lacrosse sticks from the set Mom had bought the boys to play with. PERFECT!
With a bit of effort, Hubby soon had The Bat scooped into the nets and holding the sticks together in the most ridiculous fashion he hurried out the front door that Mom was holding open. She slammed it shut almost before my poor hubby made it outside, as if The Bat had come through the front door in the first place.
And so that, my friends, is the story of that time a bat got in Dad’s bedroom and he got a new name, although not really a superhero name like Undieman.
Can you guess what it was?