Tuesday my glasses broke, right in the centre of the nosebridge.
I scotch-taped the middle and wore them nerd-style all day.
Oh, the shame.
Took Wednesday off work to get new eye gear, but to no avail – my prescription is about -4.5 plus astigmatism, which means that new lenses will take about a week to be ordered in, cut, coated and framed. Crestfallen after failing in my vision quest, I exacerbated my myopic misfortunes by sitting really close to the TV screen and watching two episodes of Twin Peaks, followed by two episodes of Smallville (which I’ve taken an immediate and fierce liking to; more on this later). But watching telly, while soothing, wasn’t producing results.
To calm my sightless rage, I decided to be productive, and went shopping for the perfect bathroom flooring with Greg – our plumber friend who isn’t Dan – at Olympia Tile. Failure to anticipate being confronted by over 9 million varieties of tile caused some mild hyperventilation and a lot of jogging up and down the aisles, weighing the pros and cons of things like chair rails and liquid sealants. The manufacturers names were hilarious; someone *other than me* bought a company that sells natural stone tiles and called it “Rocks & Rocks”.
Justin and his Mum came and looked at tiles again last night.
My Mum might be coming to look at tiles on Monday.
The poll below is your big chance to comment on my vital tile decision.
Dude, TILE SHOPPING. Shopping for tile.
Is this a total ‘Old School’ moment, or what?
Frank: I told my wife I wouldn’t drink tonight. Besides, I got a big day tomorrow. You guys have a great time.
College Student: A big day? Doing what?
Frank: Well, um, actually a pretty nice little Saturday, we’re going to go to Home Depot. Yeah, buy some wallpaper, maybe get some flooring, stuff like that. Maybe Bed, Bath, & Beyond, I don’t know, I don’t know if we’ll have enough time.
Moira the Tank
Don’t even get me started about Tile Shopping. I aspire to Tile Shopping!
Last weekend, as a temporary means of calming this very new, very strange, very powerful nesting instinct that is kicking in lately, I bought a bedskirt. You know, it’s like a skirt, but for your bed. It’s “Buckwheat” colored. It matches the blanket I also bought. They’re part of the “Buckwheat Home Accents Collection” available at Target stores nationwide.
Anyway, good luck with the tiles. In other news:
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-DL
Oh, that is such a relief. You know, I actually thought of you and your rant on how having babies turns people into shells of their former selves, just drooling, zombified baby-servants whose only conversational topic is diaper changing and Dr. Spock. No babies here, but I’m starting to feel that way about the house renovations. On the positive side, it’s given Mum and I an inexhaustible topic of conversation: paint chips and fixtures and appliances, oh my!
To be fair, you have always had a thing for good linens – or rather, flannels. Glad to see you are expanding your taste into skirts. As an exiled Scotswoman, I feel men and skirts go well together.
AND! You would be SO PROUD of Justin to know that he took me out for dinner last night to the diner from “Billy Madison” where Adam Sandler and his buddies have the pickle racing competition. We sat outside and ate their greasy burgers/chicken fingers/poutine and then enjoyed the severely flatulent aftereffects for the remainder of the evening. I really think you’re going to get along with my sweet man, whenever we get you two in the same room together. 🙂
It’s home ownership, my friend, and it. Will. Consume. You.
I have no idea what you should choose, but I am so in love with you for quoting stuff from my favourite movie, Old School.
…but just wait until I start quoting your favorite movie to Craig at your wedding:
“Let me be the first to say congratulations to you, man; you have one vagina for the rest of your life. Real smart, man.
Or when I get my karaoke groove on:
“Fuckin’ every now and then I fall apart, and I need you now tonight! I fuckin’ need you more than ever!”
I like being consumed by my home. It just feels so gosh darned *constructive*. Like, when my children or the next people who own the house are living there, they won’t have to be all, “Damn! That is some ugly-ass wallpaper!” or even, “Sigh. If only the pipes leading to the second floor bathroom weren’t rusty and filled with parasites, maybe we could brush our teeth without running down to the basement!”
That’s good stuff. That’s a legacy, my friend. You can leave recordings of your voice for future generations. I will leave shiny new Moen chrome faucets and white, do you hear me, WHITE porcelain bathroom fixtures (our current toilets are sea green and marbled tan/brown – they must die).