I'm attempting to order the paint (online because local availability of natural paints is limited) so that we can paint our bedroom walls the desired color, so that we can then put in the new floor, so that we can have a new bed delivered and use the bedroom as a bedroom.
The initial idea was for us to sleep in our dining room in the interim so that MIL could have her bedroom back and stop sleeping at her summer cottage since, as previously mentioned, it is no longer summer and there's no indoor plumbing there so she has to get up in the middle of the night (it's gotten below freezing once this week) to go to the outhouse. - The initial idea isn't going to work right now because our dining room has a connecting door to our kitchen where the walls still have to be redone - bricks and tiles hacked off, patchy plywood surface torn down and replaced with wallboard. Right now the refrigerator is in the dining room, along with MIL's ridiculously fragile actually original Rococo mirror which is too fragile to store any way except lying flat and hence takes up as much space as a single bed, along with MIL's and![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
waxjism's enormous collection of indoor plants: between the two of them, there are enough plants in the dining room to completely cover a queen bed, and that's not even all of their stupid plants. So the point is, not only will it be noisy and potentially construction-dusty in there, there isn't actually room for our bed in that room.
But MIL can't sleep at the cottage anymore. In fact, she really couldn't sleep there as of like... two weeks ago, after she started having un-sleep-throughable levels of pain and anxiety which were related to the horrible gallstones she contracted as a result of the opioids she was prescribed when she threw out her back in June; but she and Wax were like "That's ridiculous, there's no more bedrooms over there yet" when I tried to suggest that sick people should have indoor plumbing, so she simply... didn't sleep, and also didn't take the benzos they gave her so that she'd be able to sleep because she didn't want to be unable to drive and you can't drive on benzos. Unsurprisingly perhaps, all things considered, given the cold & stress & her ongoing social schedule, she got a flu; and also in the course of tests they first discovered a tumour, then in the course of testing that discovered she's actually also got pneumonia at some point which was why she had been so weak she couldn't stand up and wheezing constantly (she didn't call a doctor about that but just told us it was probably from understandable anxiety). So she's in the hospital for the moment, and after that she has to move here.
Her bed and mattress will be delivered today, so...
... as of last night we needed to move out of the bedroom to make room for it. The living room still had just barely enough floor space to create pathways through it so Wax and I spent about... 4? hours last night moving stuff to the other side of the house & cramming it into closets to make room for the bed in the living room. So now we're sleeping in the living room. The living room doesn't have blinds (when we bought the house there were some rather suspect and smelly antique brown ones but they weren't mounted on the wall and we took them to the dump I think), and last night we discovered that street lights shine into it from windows on both sides of the house; we don't know where our curtains are in all the boxes that are still packed, but I've got to find stuff to hang over the windows today so we can, you know, sleep.
Progress on our side is continuing, though. The plumbers came and started installing the fixtures in the upstairs bathroom yesterday, and the builder's apprentice has put the radiant floor heat structure in the downstairs one and has to wait for ... electricians I think? before he can pour the cement. This morning there were four builder vehicles parked on our street and the chief contractor going over the plan with some underlings.
The initial idea was for us to sleep in our dining room in the interim so that MIL could have her bedroom back and stop sleeping at her summer cottage since, as previously mentioned, it is no longer summer and there's no indoor plumbing there so she has to get up in the middle of the night (it's gotten below freezing once this week) to go to the outhouse. - The initial idea isn't going to work right now because our dining room has a connecting door to our kitchen where the walls still have to be redone - bricks and tiles hacked off, patchy plywood surface torn down and replaced with wallboard. Right now the refrigerator is in the dining room, along with MIL's ridiculously fragile actually original Rococo mirror which is too fragile to store any way except lying flat and hence takes up as much space as a single bed, along with MIL's and
waxjism's enormous collection of indoor plants: between the two of them, there are enough plants in the dining room to completely cover a queen bed, and that's not even all of their But MIL can't sleep at the cottage anymore. In fact, she really couldn't sleep there as of like... two weeks ago, after she started having un-sleep-throughable levels of pain and anxiety which were related to the horrible gallstones she contracted as a result of the opioids she was prescribed when she threw out her back in June; but she and Wax were like "That's ridiculous, there's no more bedrooms over there yet" when I tried to suggest that sick people should have indoor plumbing, so she simply... didn't sleep, and also didn't take the benzos they gave her so that she'd be able to sleep because she didn't want to be unable to drive and you can't drive on benzos. Unsurprisingly perhaps, all things considered, given the cold & stress & her ongoing social schedule, she got a flu; and also in the course of tests they first discovered a tumour, then in the course of testing that discovered she's actually also got pneumonia at some point which was why she had been so weak she couldn't stand up and wheezing constantly (she didn't call a doctor about that but just told us it was probably from understandable anxiety). So she's in the hospital for the moment, and after that she has to move here.
Her bed and mattress will be delivered today, so...
... as of last night we needed to move out of the bedroom to make room for it. The living room still had just barely enough floor space to create pathways through it so Wax and I spent about... 4? hours last night moving stuff to the other side of the house & cramming it into closets to make room for the bed in the living room. So now we're sleeping in the living room. The living room doesn't have blinds (when we bought the house there were some rather suspect and smelly antique brown ones but they weren't mounted on the wall and we took them to the dump I think), and last night we discovered that street lights shine into it from windows on both sides of the house; we don't know where our curtains are in all the boxes that are still packed, but I've got to find stuff to hang over the windows today so we can, you know, sleep.
Progress on our side is continuing, though. The plumbers came and started installing the fixtures in the upstairs bathroom yesterday, and the builder's apprentice has put the radiant floor heat structure in the downstairs one and has to wait for ... electricians I think? before he can pour the cement. This morning there were four builder vehicles parked on our street and the chief contractor going over the plan with some underlings.
