My doctor changed the dosage of one of my meds, and something strange and wonderful is happening. I’m happy again! Of course, I don’t know how much to attribute to the med change (which I do believe helps) and how much to the fact that our house is actually under way, but it feels bizarre and wonderful to be happy again.
Tomorrow I am meeting the head contractor at the house to review the floor plan. It’s going to be loverly. Instead of the coat closet that was to the right of the front door, there will be a nook with a bench or something, so people can sit down and take off their shoes. Then where the fireplace was there will be French doors leading into the den. The washer and dryer both will be in the back of the den with closet doors or something shutting them from view. Then where there was a wall between the kitchen and the living room, there will now be a pass-through so it will be a lot more open. Where the washing machine used to live there will be a small pantry. Where the hall closet used to live, we’ll have a shower stall connected to the half bathroom. I think everything else will be pretty much the same. Oh, and we’ll have tile flooring in the kitchen/dining area and the bathrooms, laminate flooring in the living room and hall, and carpeting in the bedrooms & den.
When they began the demolition, the contractor told me that there was no insulation in the walls, and only 6″ in the attic. He said we’ll definitely notice a huge difference in our electric bills. I can believe him–I remember putting my hand on the bedroom wall in the winter, and having it be just ice cold. And those old single paned windows have gone by-by!
Going to the house is a little surreal for me. I always thought it would look larger and more open after they’d ripped the walls out, but it was actually just the opposite. It looks so much smaller to me now. They should have the framing finished up shortly. They told us it would be 2 months before they were finished. I confess I’ve spent some time wondering today whether it will really be 2 months, or whether they’re following one of my favourite practices: under promising and over delivering. Either way, I am so excited to see what it will look like once it’s all finished.
What else can I tell you about? The incomparable Izzybella and I are going to Galveston this weekend. She has a work commitment in Houston on Sunday, hence the need for her to go. But I am in serious need of a little getaway, hence the need for me to go. We’re going tomorrow, and will be home Sunday evening, just in time for me to get to bed and get ready for work on Monday morning. I’m looking forward to swimming, body surfing, sunning, and strolling the Strand. And we agreed to fit in a movie (maybe two) as well. And pedicures are definitely in order. Emmylou only has to stay at the kennel for one night, though, because Joe is coming home on Saturday. Yay!
Okay, so something bizarre happened today. Well, it didn’t happen, per se, as much–well, I don’t even know how to describe it so I’m just going to tell you. I stopped at Half Price Books after work to sell a couple of books. Whilst standing in line to get my meagre $10, I noticed the woman in line ahead of me had two TARDIS books. You know how much I love the Doctor. So I asked her where she found them, and she was so nice–she took me back and showed me where they were. So I got one for myself, which means instead of leaving with $10 I left with $1.36. Anyway, I noticed that she left her companion (an older woman–a mother? aunt? grandmother?) with her child in the cart so she could get the car so her companion wouldn’t have to walk so far in the heat. Because yes, it was hella hot today. And I was helping her companion get the cart out the door when she pulled up, and I thought I heard her call her son “Tribble.” Now how cool a nickname is Tribble? So I already know she likes the Doctor and Star Trek. And I thought, this is someone I could like. But I didn’t get her name, and didn’t want to stop and be weird and stuff. But as I was leaving, I noticed she had a Mary Kay sign on her car with her name on it. So I wrote her name down and went about my business (going to Voldemart to buy road trip munchies and sunscreen). And when I got home and did a google search, I found her on facebook. So I sent her a private message. Which probably sounds weird and stalkerish. And I’m obviously feeling very funny about it, and hoping I didn’t just completely squick her out, but what info I did see on her FB page, I feel even more confident that we could be good friends. So I’m asking you: if you got a facebook message from someone you just had a brief encounter with (like what I just described), would you respond or would you be ready to get a restraining order? I’m not going to pester her anymore if she doesn’t respond. I mean, that would not be a nice thing to do, and I’m normally a nice person.
I’m a little buzzed right now. Anticipation for my trip? Too much sugar? The need for some sleep? Dunno. Anyway, I’ll end this post here and now. I probably won’t be back online until Sunday night or Monday after work, so if anyone reading this plays Words With Friends with me, don’t be alarmed if the games resign themselves. If they do, I’ll try to start new games with you once I’m back home.
Enjoy your lovely weekends, and tell me I’m not being weird and stalkerish. I am weird, but you know what I mean. Bisous!
Oops–one last thought. Did I show you my car and my lunchbox? I don’t know which I think is cooler.
World, meet Alix. Alix, meet world.
My super geekarific lunch box.
And if I can’t remember from one day to the next, and I did actually post these yesterday, then please forgive me for my momentary lapse of memory, and tell me how cool my lunchbox is. And I know that picture on the far right side of my lunchbox looks like a topless woman, but it’s Wonder Woman, and she does have a top on. Not much of one, granted, but it is there.
Okay. Now I’m really finished. Bonne nuit!
