Clint was excited too, and while I sat in the DMV, he text'd me from the crawlspace in the house: "If you get here, don't go upstairs without me, I want to see your face when you see the place." Ah love. That cute message made me smile big, and I walked out with the best. driver's. license. photo. ever.
Anyway, I finally got home to have him accompany me for the grand opening of upstairs drywall:
The closets. We'll put a small chest or seat between the windows. All of the bedroom windows overlook the surrounding fields, for optimum deer-watching. Although there's usually 3 or 4 sauntering round, I had to stop one day this week to watch about 50 of them grazing in the field.
Can't quite see around this pile of scrap drywall, but you get the picture, compared to yesterday's shot.
(If you didn't see yesterday's entry, all of the "Before" shots of these photos are posted there, for comparison).
Taping and mudding begins on Saturday, and these walls should be ready for primer and paint in 1 week or so.
Yes, I have the colors picked out, they've been picked out for months. I'm sure that I will still be tuning in for your advice, however. Put on your decoratin' hats and get ready to boss me around, ok?
Because I'm on deck. While *we* are painting, Clint will get a break; it's his turn to listen to me
bark orders discuss plans for awhile, in the next phase of our remodeling.
I have a feeling he's going to do most of his listening while sipping on a cold beer and sitting in a jacuzzi-full of hot water.
That's ok. He totally deserves it.