|Wearing a Snuggie® as a robe with fleece sweats, wool socks, and Ugg boots|
on one of the nights I was without heat in the house.
I considered titling this post "Two Steps Forward, One Step Back" because, although it feels like we're making strides in a number of areas around the house, there seems to be a balancing phenomenon at work that keeps pulling progress back a tick every time we get something done.
I've joked several times that living here has been a bit like camping for months and months. I grew up camping in an RV, which is a far cry from backpacking and tent camping, but still requires a lot of concessions. Water must be used sparingly, laundry is handled in a bucket, warmth is still primarily achieved via campfire, and cooking isn't quite as easy as it is in a home kitchen. It's not at all an unbearable way to live, but you wouldn't want to live like that forever.
Thankfully, we surpassed the laundry-in-the-bathtub phase in October, and were able to stop using the laundry drying rack in December. Being able to wash skeezy socks and dirty workout clothes at my leisure has been almost as exciting as being old enough to drive or buy alcohol. Except I think my taste in laundry detergent might be better than my taste in alcohol was at 21...
Another hugely thrilling step out of campingdom took place this week when we had central heat and air installed. Prior to this, we were trying to keep the house warm using radiant heat in the ceiling. Whoever the brainiack was who invented that heating method should be bopped on the head repeatedly with a Nerf baseball bat. Hot air rises, so when you put the heating mechanism in the ceiling, all the warmth just kind of hangs out up there, above the inhabitants of the house. Brillzyant. I can't tell you how many times I've filled a 5 gallon bucket with kindling and schlepped wood in the house to make fires at night.
When the new HVAC system was going in this week, I had no heat at all for two nights. So the fireplace quickly became my BFF.
Once the installation team kicked on the furnace for the first time Friday, it was like the entire house transformed into a cozy, inviting, evenly warmed haven. Our Pinocchio house became a real boy. It is truly astounding what a difference it makes. And Mr. W bought a nest thermostat, which I'm fairly certain was invented on The Jetsons.
Amidst all the glory of the new gas line-fueled appliance bonanza, however, have been a few plumbing issues that make living here continue to feel like a prolonged weekend in my parents' motorhome. Our kitchen sink has been backing up, so there have been more than a few nights where dishes are done using as little water as possible (which is probably really good practice anyway considering the terrible drought we're having). I'm hoping this backward step turns around this week when we finally have a plumber out to poke around in the pipes.
The other plumbing issue is in the rockin' pink bathtub in the seahorse bathroom. The little tub pluggy thingee (technical term) somehow kind of broke off inside the pipe, so the tub takes about 20 minutes to drain after a shower. Super fun to stand ankle-high in shampooy body funk-filled water. I could move to the other functioning shower in the house, but I'm too lazy to walk that far down the hallway.
But that bathroom is the first room on our renovation list, so come April (or May, depending on how motivated we feel) she'll be getting a complete overhaul and her tub will be fixed. We made our first purchase for her makeover today at Costco. They had really nice, painfully inexpensive floor tile there. Total score.
|For now the new tile shall serve as a side table for books and|
magazines that anyone chooses to read whilst relaxing on the toilet.
|This is what the tile looks like—sort of a faux wood grain with |
nice greys and beiges woven into it.
We're hoping to go for a look kinda like this when we renovate:
On another totally unrelated note, one of my favorite blogger/writer/artist/former ad copywriter friends, Mrs. Janice MacLeod-Lik, just published a really wonderful book about how she quit her soul-sucking job in LA to go live a life of love and artistry in Paris. I just received it from Amazon and I'm captivated—even though I've been following her story all along on her blog. Do yourself a favor and go buy the book. It'll charm the pants off of you.