Two haiku about: the storage room.
I'll do mine and then get to the pictures.
Boxes piled higher
than the sky - and all of them
filled with useless junk.
* * *
Memories wait here,
hidden behind dusty masks.
Shall we reminisce?
Apparently I only took one before picture of the guest room. And Kat is making a funny face at me in it, so it's only fair that if I post it I have to post one of myself that she took while we were moving in. Anyway, here's the room picture first:
Isn't it nice that he left a bed for us? Yeah... no. That went to the dump pretty quick. Oh, and the ceiling isn't black - that's just what happens when you smoke inside the house and never clean the walls or ceilings. Yeah, that took some cleaning.
Here's what it looks like now (if you can see around all the stuff that's jammed in there):
Hmm, the ceiling looks dirty in that one as well. But I can assure you it's just shadows. Because I just got up and checked.
Looking the other way we see:
Those two drills are the last of the tools upstairs. They're just waiting for me to get the stupid smoke alarm in the ceiling and some curtain rods on the walls and then they can go back home.
What's new: paint, floor, window, baseboards, light fixture, and we made the closet a bit more sturdy - good thing, huh?
What's old: same as yesterday - just the structure.
What's left to do: one baseboard. Probably some shelving at some point.
Hopefully I'll get the last of the baseboards done tomorrow. If the building supply store has them in yet.
Oh, right. I promised a picture:
That would be me, holding our bed and couch down so that they wouldn't fall out the back of the truck. Thankfully it was a short drive.