Alyssa is bringing her new boyfriend home this coming Thursday. She has warned my not to embarrass her. This visit was my idea, an invitation to go to a music festival this Friday called ‘Winter Jam’. For ten bucks, if you can get in the door, you are treated to ten different bands. It should be a blast.
With the new boy visiting, Mir has gone into house panic mode. We have a list of 22 projects around the house and yard that need to be accomplished this year, a list I put together and presented to Mir two weeks ago. Suddenly, several of those projects became necessary to get done before this Thursday.
I’m trying. Some are simple, such as replacing the chrome soap dish in the upstairs shower. The old one was crusted with lime build up. Took some coaxing to get the old one out and I broke a tile in the process, but it’s done.
There is the downstairs laundry. The cheap old bifold doors that were there no longer close, the hardware worn out, and they just don’t look good any more. So I went to Menards yesterday afternoon, after my ride, picked out some unfinished oak doors and some stain. Last night I took out the old doors. Today I put the first coat of stain on the new doors. I have never applied stain before. I hope it turns out OK. I can’t wait to see the finished finish. One picture is one of the unfinished set of doors before stain. The other is right after I put the first coat of stain on.
shenrydafrankmann 
ah, this explains the rush to the carpeting. good luck not embarrassing her, it’s virtually impossible not to embarrass our kids, it’s in our dna as parents.
Let’s hope Alyssa won’t bring home a new boy friend every other half year or so or your jobs will know no end, lol.
I burst out laughing when I read Alyssa warning you not to embarrass her. She should know better! 😀
Yeh… she should know by now that it’s your job to embarrass her.
Good luck man.
The “problem” with these “honey do lists” (in my HUMBLE opinion!) is that this “infamous LIST” inevitably creates “other projects” because like you (with your broken tile), we “break” something, or electricute ourselves or flood the bedroom, etc. which create a whole nother bunch of “to do” things and the cycle continues….. 🙂
You have just voiced my wife’s greatest fears. The first time I worked on our gas clothes dryer, she took the kids and left the house for fear that I would blow them all and our house to smithereens!
The door is installed, another door is fixed, the carpet on our landing repaired. I’m good. And I think confidence has been restored after a great number of successes.