So both my mom and my sister have asked for updates on the attic project (aka Operation Hot Sweaty Hell). Nana actually asked whether the drywall is up yet - I think I answered, good lord no. First thing I have to do is move the AC. The AC vents were just laid on the attic floor (which is tongue and groove but not nice enough to "finish" so we are going to have to put carpet up there). Obviously we can't build on the AC vents, they're just floppy tubes, we have to put them under the floor boards. But before we can even do that, I have to take up the floor boards. So here are some pics of the horrible things I've done to my attic.
With those boards up, I have to scoop out the insulation*, lay the vents between the floor jousts, put as much insulation back on top of the vents as I can, then put the floor boards
back on. But to even do THAT I have to redirect the bathroom vent (the silver-y, not copper, 60's sci-fi looking tube in the second picture) that I put in two years ago.
Once I get those vents under the floor then I have to have one of the main AC trunks moved back (don't worry - someone else is doing that). Then I can have the heating done. Then have the sewer vent moved. Then I frame out the walls. Have the electrical run up. Put up dry wall. Insulate it. Have it carpeted. Paint it. Secretly despise it and curse it as I drift off to sleep.
Dianna and Charlie went to Delaware:
And this is the only picture I get all weekend.
OK. So I said no more from my sisters wedding but, as this is
my blog, I can flagrantly ignore myself. If you have any complaints take it up with management (FYI, I'm the management. All I have to do is buy myself a drink and talk myself into ignoring your complaint. Happens all the time).
Here's Charlie getting ready. Or, more accuratly, here's Charlie being gotten ready.
Nana posing.
And I just like this one of Nana and my dad.
Ok, This one I probably shouldn't post. Clearly my mom is trying to talk me out of something - she has the "Arthur, you need to . . . " face on. But it's the
only time ever that I've seen my mom with a beer in her hand (that she hadn't just taken from me). I am stunned. She totally deserved it, though. Dianna, Mom and Carol Pierce spent a good chunk of time in a tiny cabin kitchen cooking, cutting, boiling and cleaning.
And doesn't she look more like a High Lifer?
And This One:Is from Nana and Jason's time in Jamacia. It's like an Abercrombie ad (but clothed). Jason's debuting
La Tigra.
This Is What I Did Today:
She looks like she's in one of my grandma's old golfing hats.
Dianna's Praying Mantis' Hatched:
And holy crap are they ugly. For some reason my wife took about a dozen pictures of the things (honestly totally horrifying) and left them for me to stumble across on the camera. Of the 4to500 we were told to expect, we got, maybe, 40. Most are in out yard, some went to school with Dianna and some when over to Shogun's yard.
Other News:
The Flowering Bush of Undetermined Species flowered this week. Of course Dianna knows what kind of bush it is but I'm guessing I'll get a stiff crotch shot if I wake her up to ask - so Flowering Buch of Undetermined Species it shall remain. Anyway, it's pink. Super-pink.
You can kind of see the pink reflection in the first picture. Our whole living room is lit up like a Disney carnival ride.
It's kinda nice.
*It's nice to see how snuggly we blew that stuff in there. It's packed.