A Bad Bloggers Rapid Update

I have no pictures because the camera is in Iowa!

Today ended in what was to be a glorious moment, the installation of the new stove. I got it up into the kitchen via a make-shift ramp, hooked it up with the gas line and plugged it in, and I positioned it so as to slide it into place. It didn’t fit!! A quick check of the measurements left me wondering how a fairly methodical and accurate guy like me could have failed to realize that the counter top had squeezed what was to be a 30” opening down to 29 7/8”. Disaster! What to do? Get a new stove? Smash the granite counter top with a hammer? Sell the apartment as is? I remained calm and realized that with a quick yank, I could separate the countertop from it’s cabinetry to the right of the stove. I then cut a groove in the wallboard that would allow the counter top to be pushed inside the wall. All I needed was an eighth of an inch. Thankfully it worked and the stove has been installed. It was a dark ten minutes.

The cork floor was glued down yesterday. Note to self. When going to pick up an item called a “hundred pound roller” from a tool rental place in midtown, remember that they named it so for a reason. My brain (which has been shut down for weeks) failed to realize that returning via subway with a tool that weighs what its name suggests is a foolhardy plan. And so I took a cab, hoisting this ugly, heavy tool into the trunk. I returned it with the help of my car, and am still not convinced that I even needed it.

Painting is underway. Substitute colors for the sublet. When we return from Ohio I will endeavor to paint the place properly. By then I should rested enough to view it as fun.

The floors are to be sanded a week from today! Gotta hustle.

INTRUDERS!!!

My youngest brother and his new bride drove into NYC and stayed with me in the apartment one night. It was great that they could make it down but it left me in the position of having the place seen before it is perfect. This problem is mirrored in my approach to acting by the way. My fellow thespians who willing accept less than perfect as just fine are generally much happier than I. I’m learning to accept small imperfections and, as the apartment will support, the challenges of remodeling are helping me with that lesson.

The young bro and wife/partner/spouse (we can’t really find a good term) gave me a thumbs up and the bathroom even got two “blings” from the female. (Females like nice bathrooms).

The UPS guy is starting to think I’m nuts. I promised him yesterday that it would be finished in three weeks.

I’m starting to think I’m nuts.