Update, and questions for my readers...

Yes, it's Monday. Yes, everything hurts.

Didn't make the kind of progress I wanted to make on our bedroom this weekend (carpet's coming Wednesday, and I have to have the room painted by Tuesday night!). Drywall mud just takes so damn long to dry, especially on exterior walls when it's cool outside. That's okay. If I haven't signed away my life to remodelling, I've signed it away to costuming.

One wall of our bedroom was so badly damaged and repaired that it was easier to just tear the old drywall down and replace with new.

As we say back home, "It is what it is."

Two Things

One: does anyone know if currencies such as French Francs and Italian Lire have any value? Or has the Euro turned such bills into so much recyclable paper? (Found in the attic: several hundred Francs and a couple thousand Lire. Grand total at current exchange rates: ~$ 100.)

Two: we will shortly have a Ford Econoline 150 van with wheelchair lift and hand controls for sale. If anyone knows of a buyer or potential buyer, I would greatly appreciate knowing that.

Update, and questions for my readers...

Yes, it's Monday. Yes, everything hurts.

Didn't make the kind of progress I wanted to make on our bedroom this weekend (carpet's coming Wednesday, and I have to have the room painted by Tuesday night!). Drywall mud just takes so damn long to dry, especially on exterior walls when it's cool outside. That's okay. If I haven't signed away my life to remodelling, I've signed it away to costuming.

One wall of our bedroom was so badly damaged and repaired that it was easier to just tear the old drywall down and replace with new.

As we say back home, "It is what it is."

Two Things

One: does anyone know if currencies such as French Francs and Italian Lire have any value? Or has the Euro turned such bills into so much recyclable paper? (Found in the attic: several hundred Francs and a couple thousand Lire. Grand total at current exchange rates: ~$ 100.)

Two: we will shortly have a Ford Econoline 150 van with wheelchair lift and hand controls for sale. If anyone knows of a buyer or potential buyer, I would greatly appreciate knowing that.

Sometimes, reality hits anyway.

Over the weekend I found myself up in the attic yet again, moving a light fixture for our bedroom. To do the work I had to move some boxes out of the way, including a box that at one time had been used for shipping oranges. This box I knew well, as I'd been moving it out of my way for many many years.

It was a box of stuff my brother Mike had left at the house a long time ago. (Mike was killed July 4, 2003) In it were some effects from his days at the Naval Academy (circa, 1970), a couple of Kodak Instamatic film cartridges, the odd wall decoration.

Every time I'd see it, I'd think to myself, "I really ought to bring this down and ship it off to him."

I never did, and now I don't have to.

There are - or were - several boxes up there like that. Some were my mother's, full of Reader's Digest Condensed Books and large print editions, bags of plastic curlers, old cheap scarves, a plastic shower cap.

I never did, and now I don't have to.

A regret? Or a worry off the plate?

It's hard to say.

Sometimes, reality hits anyway.

Over the weekend I found myself up in the attic yet again, moving a light fixture for our bedroom. To do the work I had to move some boxes out of the way, including a box that at one time had been used for shipping oranges. This box I knew well, as I'd been moving it out of my way for many many years.

It was a box of stuff my brother Mike had left at the house a long time ago. (Mike was killed July 4, 2003) In it were some effects from his days at the Naval Academy (circa, 1970), a couple of Kodak Instamatic film cartridges, the odd wall decoration.

Every time I'd see it, I'd think to myself, "I really ought to bring this down and ship it off to him."

I never did, and now I don't have to.

There are - or were - several boxes up there like that. Some were my mother's, full of Reader's Digest Condensed Books and large print editions, bags of plastic curlers, old cheap scarves, a plastic shower cap.

I never did, and now I don't have to.

A regret? Or a worry off the plate?

It's hard to say.