Something as small as a sliver will be the complete undoing of me soon. Down in the guest bathroom where I am now finding sanctuary, it sounds like WW111 upstairs. My nerves are rattled and we are both bloodshot with the fatigue of moving all the detritis of our lives. We have given up all social niceties and have loud FU fights with the windows open.
My thumbs are cracked and sore and I could weep with exhaustion and I am on day 2.
I think I would like to become a vagabond.
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-----Original Message-----
From: Heidi <mohrfun@yahoo.com>
Date: Mon, 11 Apr 2011 15:29:56
To: bebop_her@yahoo.ca<bebop_her@yahoo.ca>
Subject: Re: Out with the old
Wow! What a monster project! Good on you. I can't handle touching up the trim where they quarter round molding now sits lower after ripping out the carpet!
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On Apr 11, 2011, at 3:15 PM, bebop_her@yahoo.ca wrote:
> Some of these cupboards are going downstairs to the little bar kitchen ex laundry room. Then I can put some stuff away. Ginger has been wading through pasta noodles and canned tomatos wondering why on earth we are doing this stupid move.
> It is amazing how much space there is now upstairs that the island is gone...only to be replaced by a continent.
> Ceiling coming down this week too.
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