June 6, 2007

The remodel has been underway for a while now, and this week the new living space was framed in (much to Dog’s sorrow; she finds the air compressor to be deeply disturbing). Here’s what things look like today:

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Not pictured: the creepy big puddle of muddy water near the foundation that looks exactly like the filled-with-skeletons pool in Poltergeist. Did we build on an ancient Indian burial ground? No one knows.

Soon the truly horrible part of the work will begin, which will involve tearing into our existing kitchen and front entry. Apparently we’ll have the front part of the house sealed off with sheeting, and the plan is to put the fridge and stove . . . somewhere in the living room. It’s not clear where. It is also unclear what sort of dish-washing options we’ll have while the sink is out of commission. I’m thinking that all of our non-recyclable dishes and pots will get pre-rinsed by Dog, then washed in the bathroom sink. Hey, want to come over for dinner? The menu includes dried dog saliva and soap remnants! Mm MM.

This weekend I’m going to clean out the kitchen cabinets in preparation for all this madness, and I guess it’s finally time to get rid of a few of our eight million Rogue Ale-branded pint glasses, and the cheap commemorative wine glasses from the Newport Seafood and Wine festival, and maybe, just maybe, the stash of clean jelly glasses that JB insists on keeping, in case our nation experiences some sort of dire Smucker’s-jar supply crisis.

JB asked if having the kitchen down meant we could order pizza more often (as in, more often than “never”). The great hope I heard wavering in his voice made me suspicious; I’m now thinking it’s possible he engineered this entire project in order to increase the odds that some Canadian-bacon-and-pineapple will be allowed back in the house after months of abstinence. Never underestimate the lengths a man will go to get some pizza.

I like to pride myself on my superior Googling abilities, but lately my mad search-engine skillz have utterly FAILED. I’m turning to you for help on these fashion-related quests, because you guys always know everything.

• I’m lusting after a 3Free dress of my very own, but I can’t find them online anywhere. Apparently they’re carried in a small local shop, but I’m hoping to find them on the web somewhere. Any ideas?

• I tried on a sleeveless linen shirt, brand name “Ratio”, at our cheapo Fred Meyers store the other day, and loved it, but the only one they had in my size had a big gross oily-looking stain on the back (nice, huh? This particular Fred Meyers is always super classy, from the slack-jawed customer service to the mysterious body secretion stains). I thought I’d be able to find it online, but no luck whatsoever. I can’t even verify that there IS a Ratio brand, but I’m positive that’s what the tag said.

• Also, those goddamned Lululemon yoga pants — are they sold online, like, at all? I know there are some brick and mortar stores in Seattle that carry them, but what can I say, I like the hassle-free option of the Buy button.

In other news, during my commute over the last two days there have been three separate occasions when a car has nearly changed lanes directly into my car, only to swerve jerkily away at the very last second. This morning it was almost a twofer as a car merged into a lane, nearly bashing another car, who nearly bashed into me trying to avoid the collision.

I don’t know what’s going on—funky planetary alignment triggering boneheaded driving techniques?—but I’m starting to feel like one of those characters in a Final Destination movie.

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