Take care,
Poodle
Den dry walled
Master bedroom insulated:
Kitchen/Dining room insulated and dry walled:
Living room partially insulated:
Attic insulated and dry walled!:
Attic insulated and dry walled!:
Poodle
Thursday, November 12, 2009
Insulation and dry wall with pictures
No time to write, just pictures. Hopefully they speak for themselves. By the way, Dad is having a blast on the other side of this planet!
Take care,
Poodle
Den dry walled
Kitchen/Dining room insulated and dry walled:
Take care,
Poodle
Den dry walled
Kitchen/Dining room insulated and dry walled:
Friday, November 6, 2009
And He's Off
To Australia, New Zealand and Fiji, that is!!!
Dad left yesterday for his long dreamt of and planned for trip Down Under. I'm so jealous! I'll keep you posted as I get his updates. I hope he sends lots of pictures of coral reefs, the outback's bush and stars. In fact, about the only thing I hope he doesn't send is any recipes for Wallaby Stew he comes across.
On another subject, we thought we lost Simba this week. Simba is the cat Poopers rescued about 4 years ago when he was morbidly obese, had a nasty skin disorder and was a day shy of being euthanized. After living with Poopers for a little while he got all fit and trim and treated with cyclosporin, put on a special diet for his skin and he was like new. But Tuesday night he wasn't eating, had vomited and started falling over, so I took him to the emergency veterinary hospital. That hospital is excellent and they saved his life. He was hypothermic and hyperkalemic and had/has bilateral kidney stones, ureteral stones and bladder stones. Poor Simbers. Now he's feeling good enough to eat, but he has a bunch of lines and catheters hooked up to him and he still has those stones in him and they could cause infection or other obstructions even lower in the urinary tract or again in the ureters. So we'll have to take it one day at a time. I think animals are like people in that their true personalities emerge when they are sick or down on their luck. Simbers was a sweetheart who only wanted to snuggle. Even when he was dying he wanted to give love. He's a Love. Hopefully he'll be home with us soon!
Wow - all the big decisions are practically done with the house now. Yesterday I bought the tiles for the sun porch and back entry/powder room and that only leaves the tiles for the backsplash that I need to pick out yet. But all the electrical is in - for ceiling fans, bath vents, outdoor lights, built-in ceiling stereo-speakers, floor heat for the bathrooms, and the cat-5 things (for cable I think??) are installed. Insulation goes up today, dry-wall / sheet-rock next week, then the floors, then the kitchen cabinets, then the kitchen appliances, then the paint. Just when I thought it would never end, it proves to be moving right along!
Hairy (aka Little Shit) just turned 1 year old in October. I was lucky one day and actually caught him napping - a rare event to ever find him asleep - he is always going at 100 mph. He's using his pink octopus as a pillow in the picture of him asleep. Less rare is to catch him in trouble - this time trouble was tearing up and gutting his pillow-bed. See why we call him Little Shit?
Hasta luego,
Poodle
Dad left yesterday for his long dreamt of and planned for trip Down Under. I'm so jealous! I'll keep you posted as I get his updates. I hope he sends lots of pictures of coral reefs, the outback's bush and stars. In fact, about the only thing I hope he doesn't send is any recipes for Wallaby Stew he comes across.
On another subject, we thought we lost Simba this week. Simba is the cat Poopers rescued about 4 years ago when he was morbidly obese, had a nasty skin disorder and was a day shy of being euthanized. After living with Poopers for a little while he got all fit and trim and treated with cyclosporin, put on a special diet for his skin and he was like new. But Tuesday night he wasn't eating, had vomited and started falling over, so I took him to the emergency veterinary hospital. That hospital is excellent and they saved his life. He was hypothermic and hyperkalemic and had/has bilateral kidney stones, ureteral stones and bladder stones. Poor Simbers. Now he's feeling good enough to eat, but he has a bunch of lines and catheters hooked up to him and he still has those stones in him and they could cause infection or other obstructions even lower in the urinary tract or again in the ureters. So we'll have to take it one day at a time. I think animals are like people in that their true personalities emerge when they are sick or down on their luck. Simbers was a sweetheart who only wanted to snuggle. Even when he was dying he wanted to give love. He's a Love. Hopefully he'll be home with us soon!
Wow - all the big decisions are practically done with the house now. Yesterday I bought the tiles for the sun porch and back entry/powder room and that only leaves the tiles for the backsplash that I need to pick out yet. But all the electrical is in - for ceiling fans, bath vents, outdoor lights, built-in ceiling stereo-speakers, floor heat for the bathrooms, and the cat-5 things (for cable I think??) are installed. Insulation goes up today, dry-wall / sheet-rock next week, then the floors, then the kitchen cabinets, then the kitchen appliances, then the paint. Just when I thought it would never end, it proves to be moving right along!
Hairy (aka Little Shit) just turned 1 year old in October. I was lucky one day and actually caught him napping - a rare event to ever find him asleep - he is always going at 100 mph. He's using his pink octopus as a pillow in the picture of him asleep. Less rare is to catch him in trouble - this time trouble was tearing up and gutting his pillow-bed. See why we call him Little Shit?
Hasta luego,
Poodle
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