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Feb. 22nd, 2003 05:17 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
the_rckThe plan was for Mom and Laura to start their drive south tonight in order to break up the long trip to Atlanta into two pieces. Sadly, that's not going to happen for two reasons. First, the bathroom's simply not done yet, and second, it's snowing too hard. By the time they might conceivably get on the road, the slush currently on the roads will be freezing, and neither of them have done any real winter driving, their trip last Sunday/Monday aside, in years.
Oh, well. I'll get up early tomorrow to see them off and then go back to bed. They'll be wanting to get out the door as early as they possibly can, so they should be gone by 8am at the latest (which, if the weather's with them and everything else goes well, should get them to Atlanta around 9pm). I find that I'll be quite glad when they're gone.
Scott got a partial day off yesterday. They sent him home after a couple of hours. By the time he got home, I'd given up hope that he'd be getting any time at all. He helped Mom and Laura with removing the old toilet (which my mother says she wants because it goes with the sink she's got back home) and with hanging the first bit of drywall. He also took me out around 4:30 for what he referred to as "bibliotherapy," a trip to Borders. Just getting out of the house briefly helped some.
I picked up Justice Hall by Laurie King (another in her series about Mary Russell and Sherlock Holmes), the second volume of X/1999 and the first of Cardcaptor Sakura (the other volumes I have are the first two in the second series). Then I got a few things to fill gaps in my collection-- The Tombs of Atuan by Ursula LeGuin (why I didn't already own it, I don't know. It's the one I read first and liked best of the Earthsea books), Mixed Magics by Diana Wynne Jones (I'd been reluctant to buy it in hardcover when two of the four stories were already in other collections I own, but the paperback seemed more worthwhile), and Cousin Kate by Georgette Heyer (not by a long shot my favorite Heyer but still one of the half dozen or so of her books that I'd never managed to buy (well, I don't count her mysteries because I never really got into them)). Oh, and I picked up a romance by Lori Foster. That's the only one I haven't already finished reading.
We ended up passing a night without an upstairs toilet. I think I startled my mother and sister when I said that meant I needed to sleep in the basement. I'm pretty sure they think I'm crazy, but there was no way I was going to go up and down those stairs every time I needed to pee. I don't wake up enough for that to be safe, and the number of trips to the bathroom has been increasing as my pregnancy progresses. At any rate, this resulted in my sister sleeping on the couch while I took the bed in the basement. I offered to share the bed, but she declined.
I actually slept pretty well even though it was cold. Scott stopped by to kiss me before he left for work. My sister'd told me that she thought the basement was noisier than the upstairs because the bed's directly under the living room and almost under the bathroom. I didn't really notice too much noise, probably because they'd already finished everything requiring hammering. I did occasionally raise my head to see if a bump I'd heard was someone coming down the stairs or not (it never was. The stairs are a lot quieter than the floor overhead).
I think, at this point, what's left on the bathroom is the wallpaper and the toilet. Then some stuff has to be done with the hall closet, cutting down the shelves and rod to fit the new length. I think Mom's already done the paint touch up (I've been avoiding going over and looking. I'd be in the way, and there's little I can do to help). Laura did a little work on putting together cabinets that will go in the new open space that used to be part of the hall closet. She's given up for now because the assembly instructions proved confusing, incorrect, frustrating.
I have realized over the last few days, though, that Laura sounds remarkably like me (or I like her) when she runs into something that doesn't go her way. She almost panics and very definitely loses her temper. It's... odd. I find it funny, but she doesn't see the resemblance.
Oh, well. I'll get up early tomorrow to see them off and then go back to bed. They'll be wanting to get out the door as early as they possibly can, so they should be gone by 8am at the latest (which, if the weather's with them and everything else goes well, should get them to Atlanta around 9pm). I find that I'll be quite glad when they're gone.
Scott got a partial day off yesterday. They sent him home after a couple of hours. By the time he got home, I'd given up hope that he'd be getting any time at all. He helped Mom and Laura with removing the old toilet (which my mother says she wants because it goes with the sink she's got back home) and with hanging the first bit of drywall. He also took me out around 4:30 for what he referred to as "bibliotherapy," a trip to Borders. Just getting out of the house briefly helped some.
I picked up Justice Hall by Laurie King (another in her series about Mary Russell and Sherlock Holmes), the second volume of X/1999 and the first of Cardcaptor Sakura (the other volumes I have are the first two in the second series). Then I got a few things to fill gaps in my collection-- The Tombs of Atuan by Ursula LeGuin (why I didn't already own it, I don't know. It's the one I read first and liked best of the Earthsea books), Mixed Magics by Diana Wynne Jones (I'd been reluctant to buy it in hardcover when two of the four stories were already in other collections I own, but the paperback seemed more worthwhile), and Cousin Kate by Georgette Heyer (not by a long shot my favorite Heyer but still one of the half dozen or so of her books that I'd never managed to buy (well, I don't count her mysteries because I never really got into them)). Oh, and I picked up a romance by Lori Foster. That's the only one I haven't already finished reading.
We ended up passing a night without an upstairs toilet. I think I startled my mother and sister when I said that meant I needed to sleep in the basement. I'm pretty sure they think I'm crazy, but there was no way I was going to go up and down those stairs every time I needed to pee. I don't wake up enough for that to be safe, and the number of trips to the bathroom has been increasing as my pregnancy progresses. At any rate, this resulted in my sister sleeping on the couch while I took the bed in the basement. I offered to share the bed, but she declined.
I actually slept pretty well even though it was cold. Scott stopped by to kiss me before he left for work. My sister'd told me that she thought the basement was noisier than the upstairs because the bed's directly under the living room and almost under the bathroom. I didn't really notice too much noise, probably because they'd already finished everything requiring hammering. I did occasionally raise my head to see if a bump I'd heard was someone coming down the stairs or not (it never was. The stairs are a lot quieter than the floor overhead).
I think, at this point, what's left on the bathroom is the wallpaper and the toilet. Then some stuff has to be done with the hall closet, cutting down the shelves and rod to fit the new length. I think Mom's already done the paint touch up (I've been avoiding going over and looking. I'd be in the way, and there's little I can do to help). Laura did a little work on putting together cabinets that will go in the new open space that used to be part of the hall closet. She's given up for now because the assembly instructions proved confusing, incorrect, frustrating.
I have realized over the last few days, though, that Laura sounds remarkably like me (or I like her) when she runs into something that doesn't go her way. She almost panics and very definitely loses her temper. It's... odd. I find it funny, but she doesn't see the resemblance.
