First painting---only primer, but yay anyway
Today I painted our first room. It was the water closet in the master bath and only took an hour to mask and primer, but still. The fab GF came out twice to snap photos.
The drywall has been ready for three weeks, but we had such crap weather, I didn't even want to go outside. We had drifts over four feet high and both of the roof vent pipes are bent like mofos. I don't think they're broken, but I won't know until it's safe enough to scramble up on the roof, something I hate doing even in dry weather. No sign of any leaks, but until I can touch 'em, I won't know for sure.
Our window sill pan design worked like a charm, I am happy to say, and the house was warm even after we lost power and the heat was off. We could've just stayed in there but there's no toilet (unless you call a 5-gallon bucket a toilet, which you may and I'm not judging), but Scotty's coming tomorrow to install our first toilet. Ya know, we have a long way to go, so I take my victories where I can. A shitter may not be a big deal to you, but to me, it's huge. We are slowly getting closer to moving day.
I'll be back to full-time working on the house next week. I have some more drywall to do, but I'm hoping I'm not so worn out by finish work that I can't get into arguments, I mean, get involved in important discussions, here in the Mighty Corrente building. And where are the damn t-shirts? I need work clothes.
This is just a heads up that if I'm not posting like an insane person, it's because I'm sniffing paint thinner. Or glue. Or varnish. Or the planer has decided to learn me a lesson and throws a block of wood at my head that I am now way too old to duck in time. Don't think because you don't hear from me that I am not paying attention---I am. I'm just too tired to both type and mix a cocktail, and if I have to choose one, please don't get your feelings hurt because I choose vodka.
Are you there vodka? It's me, ohio.
The snow is slowly receding. I told the honey bucket people to come get their honey bucket. I hope to be hauling in all my tarped materials starting next week. I have windows to build and our front door to finish and install. There will be shoveling in the spring when I put in the 4" pipe for the rainwater catchment.
We are talking paint color and what to plant. I can't believe how far we've come and how much farther we have to go, though we are closer to the end than the beginning now. Like life.
So, wish us luck and I will try my hardest not to fall of a ladder---I hate ladders---or stab myself with a drill bit or anything. We shall have a Corrente gathering here soon as I will need help hauling heavy things, uh, I mean, so you all can enjoy our lovely little strawbale house.
Pencil in the equinox for our Pacific NW Corrente Cocktail Hour, my little chickadees.