Renovations, Day 9

Over the weekend, despite Various Follies, I managed to get a coat of paint on the walls (and on myself, as usual), and acquired some nicely simple, stylish towel racks and a TP holder -- all very important essentials. So now I wait for the guys to show up and continue their side of things....

I am hoping that the plastic wall will come down today. I know that the cats would be much happier, then.

And while I wait, a picture for those of you who refuse to see the sunrise in realtime...



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9:15: Tile Guy and contractor guys are here, discussing who gets to do what when.... {three guys, limited space][EtA: get your minds out of the gutter. Yes, you.]

10: Shower has been grouted. Vanity is being installed. I am resisting the urge to go watch the progress, knowing a) I'd just get in their way and b) this book won't revise itself...

10:05: oh, and the new door! Yay new door! (guests who have had to argue with the old one will be relieved...)

10:40: Power tools and hammering. I thought we were done with that..... *sighs*

11:55: Baseboard installed (more to paint, whee!). And the tub reglazing has been scheduled for tomorrow, plumber hopefully comes back on Wednesday.....

1:05: Just gave vague-yet-detailed -- "I want it to go here, like this...but use your best professional judgment" -- instructions on the placement of towel racks, shelves and tp holder. And now I leave, not knowing what will await me on my return....

why I hate people, reason #6482

Having just overhead a conversation walking back from lunch, I have to vent.

Gentlemen? Considering the emotional investment and physical self-worth y'all seem to have wrapped up in the size of your sexual organ, how much money seems to be spent in the hopes of enlarging it a single inch, and how hurt you are if even the slightest hint is made that it may on the small side? If you then turn around and make comments about a woman's sexuality based on the size of her breasts*, that makes you utter and total shitweasels.

Thrice that if the subject of your comments is the teenaged girl walking not ten steps ahead of you, well within hearing range.

I have spent the past 40 years learning to control my temper. But this afternoon one gentleman just came within the count of ten of getting his head handed to him. And I don't mean verbally.



*Yes, everyone has different preferences. This is about not being a shitweasel. And don't give me that "men are visual" crap, either. What you respond to sexually and what words come out of your mouth are NOT inextricably linked (and if they are, do us all a favor and stay in your cave. Nobody - not male nor female -- is impressed.)