Wednesday, May 24, 2006
Now, if I could just teach him to knit...
Spike loves wool. He particularly loves wool that's knit into things. Like my almost finished Cowichan sweater. If he could knit (and wasn't so freaking lazy) he'd be the perfect man.
I bet you're wondering about the fate of the reno monkey. He still lives. Mainly because I'm too tired and achy from sleeping on the futon for nine days. If I had more energy, I couldn't vouch for his safety at all. He went back to work on Tuesday and the renos were barely started. He spent a lot of time mudding (five bloody days!) and used a lot of spackle. I just put the second coat of paint on the walls today and I'm hoping that the window trim will go back on tonight. I also hope that the floor will go down tomorrow. If that happens, I could be sleeping in my own bed by tomorrow night. That would make me VERY happy. Of course, that still leaves four new wardrobes to be assembled and furniture to be dusted (effing drywall dust gets everywhere) and arranged, but at least I can see the light at the end of tunnel. Hah! It's probably a train.