
Walk down any street and you are sure to hear the sounds of the Christmas season. On Hillside Avenue, it is no different...
Ok, maybe just a little different. Around here, the sound of a box-fan thrums the baseline of the Little Drummer Boy as it draws the dust out the second floor window. The heat-gun tone, easily mistaken for the sound of a choir plaintively urges paint from a bathroom door jamb.
Wait! Was that the sound of the traditional nut-cracker, or the sound of discarded wood trim being broken and compacted into the trash barrel? Perhaps that isn't the whirring of a high speed drill mixing the thin-set mortar... only a mixer making spice cookies?
I know which one I would bet on....
Around here, the preparation for Christmas means bringing active home-improvement projects to a state where house guests are no longer in danger of plunging through the floor at any moment. Or frequently providing basic services such as: running water in kitchens and bathrooms, the ability to cook food, heat....
This Christmas is no different. One of the basic, but important, services that we offer our friends and family here at Casa Grande su Mer, is the ability to sleep in a bed in a room, and this year we are in a race-condition....
I have been renovating the en-suite bathroom of the Guest-room in order to make the house just that much more attractive. (funny how I thought that the wall-safe was a selling-point, and the lack of a combination for it only provided endless hours of entertainment for a person of moderate curiosity)
So at this moment the bedroom isn't, and the bathroom won't. Yesterday, the tile was completed, and I have the last coat on the sheetrock... Today, Paint and Trim. It's only Wednesday, and mom won't be here until 2:00 Saturday...
Plenty of time.... Right?
Well, I guess that is about all the time I have right now. I had better start the choir...
