I was in Alabama this past weekend, dealing with the little stuff, of the sort that really isn’t so little, it just looks that way.
Not much has visibly changed with the house. the electrician and plumber are there, putting in the wars (that’s wires in Southern) and pipes (that’s plumbing in Southern). #3 and Strong Friend put the bathtub/swimming pool/Vat of Hedonistic Deliciousness in place so the plumber would know exactly where to put the stuff for the tub faucet and drain. But then he couldn’t do that without the specs for the plumbing, which I hadn’t ordered yet. I knew what I wanted so had to run to the other house and order it so I could print out the specs for him to use. Apparently I should have done that a week or two ago so it would actually be here for him to install. Oh well.
He was a funny sort, in that he was a Fine Southern Young Man who was trying to explain to me how he would install it, without using the word “nipple”, which is what the parts are called but he apparently was very uncomfortable saying that to me, a woman old enough to be his mother. Bless his sweet Southern heart. He wound up using hand gestures which, in some cultures, would be even more rude than saying “nipple”. So Son and Friend got the tub in place (temporarily), with much grunting and pondering out loud if such a heavy thing was really necessary (this coming from men with large, loud trucks.)
The electrician had most all the outlets installed, but not in the right places. Dad and I went through with a pad of hot pink sticky notes and a sharpie marker, and labeled where I wanted them. Waist height for most of them, please, as I will eventually be 90 and not want to bend way over to plug something in. Most of them will have some sort of thing in front of them anyway, so it’s not going to look too strange. He was a loquacious fellow, and spent a solid 45 minutes explaining to me all about how fine a contractor I had and he wouldn’t wire houses for just anyone and he’d come out of an early retirement just to work on this house because the contractor had asked him too and he’d make sure I had plenty of outlets and everything was up to code or even better and if I needed him to come out and add or change anything once I got moved in he’d be happy to because he really liked working for this contractor and wanted to be sure I was completely happy with this house and he was going to make sure it was done just like it was his own house and please be sure to let him know if I needed anything done.
I went to a tile shop and looked at tile samples and discussed with the designer about what I wanted. In true Rootietoot form (Just ask Himself), I went straight to the most expensive stuff and announced that it was what I wanted. So, I may winding up changing what I want in the interest of economy, but until then I’m going to stick with the hand painted cobalt blue rope trim and Victorian basket weave flooring with the custom cobalt blue center squares. The shower will have white subway tiles with the rope trim at chair rail height. I figure if I’m going to have that fine, fine bathtub (a $2500 tub I found at Habitat ReStore for $750) then there should be flooring that does it justice. Right? Right.
It was a productive weekend, also The Grandpunkin was there for a good bit of it and I got to play with him, which is always wonderful. There will be a wall of cabinets in the living room, the bottom half of which will be filled with boxes of toys saved from when my boys were little…waffle blocks and Duplos and wooden blocks and a train set WITH all the Thomas the Tank models…perhaps it is wishful thinking and they’d rather play with something else, but there it is.
It won’t be long- David the Builder is estimating December when he’ll be done with his part. Then my fun starts.