Monday, June 21, 2004

Kitchen Renovations - Day 11

Am filthy, but am taking a break because I'm stuck.

Jimbo and I spent most of the day ripping siding off the house, replacing the drip edge, and tarpapering. There is one last piece of tarpaper to go up, but I am not the greatest exact measurer, and so instead of pissing around and wasting 3 sheets of paper, I'll wait for Jimbo to check my measurements before I cut out the window holes. Am also a bit sunburned, and so a stop in the cool basement computer room is very welcome.

Once today's prep work is done, then we can cedar shingle the two exterior walls affected by this kitchen renovation. Love to cedar shingle. Very satisfying. I shingled so much pregnant that Sprout used to be able to sleep through shingling (hammering) as a small baby. He'd probably wake up now - and want to get right in there. Last night he spent 1/2 hour talking about nails with Jim ('naiows'). If he saw a hammer and what it can do, he'd probably pee himself. (Okay, he'd probably pee himself regardless, but you get my drift.)

Dennis is here plumbing right now very efficiently (another reason I'm filthy - no water), and Jimbo is assisting. I wish I knew more about plumbing.

Okay, that's a lie. Am very glad to be married to man who knows about plumbing. There's emancipation and then there's emancipation.

Jimbo is fretting about the vent hole he cut over the weekend for the stove hood. He thinks that it is 1/2 inch off from where it is supposed to be. Is waiting for cabinetmaker to get back from holiday weekend, to confer. Jim usually overprepares for these things, and so usually doesn't make these sorts of miscalculations, but there is just so much to think about with a kitchen reno - something's got to give. As devoted spouse, have bought him the double pack of Wagon Wheels (chocolate marshmallow crap that he loves) to get him through the weekend.

Sprout has started singing/talking along with Jimbo's goodnight song, I have just learned. Jim usually puts him to sleep, and sings "Summertime" (Gershwin classic) while he's drifting off. Sprout below in [] brackets:

Summertime, and the living is easy. [is easy]
The fish are jumpin', and the cotton is high.
Your daddy's rich [daddy rich!], and your momma's good lookin' [mummy looking][mummy?].
Hush pretty baby, don't you cry [baby don't][baby don't cry].

I sang it this morning just to hear him, and he's so hilarious. Perhaps we should have ten more. Or maybe we should let Schmally have 10 babies, and we could babysit until they tire us out. This grandparenting thing could be really good!


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