... the completion of Stage 1-A of our home renovation. Tony came by yesterday and finished the work he has been orchestrating for us and I thought I"d share the last bit with you.
This is only stage one A because one B is us putting everything moved back to rights. :) That's gonna take a while, too. Poor Skip has a really bad cold which, so far, Hugh and I are winning the battle against (but suffering, too). I think tomorrow will be a quiet day for all of us chez Schiffer. :P
I bought a new mat for the front step yesterday when I got up (at 8 AM -- definitely the crack of dawn for me!!:) and went out to Home Depot (had to buy the al-you-min-ee-um transition strip for Tony to join the runner to the existing carpet at the top of the stairs:). I am hoping to mean this word in the very, very near future:
Part of the painting job the crew did had to be making a repair to our downstairs hallway wall. My son and daughter will be able to fully appreciate this sight:
This is the repaired wall that faces the small half-bath in our downstairs. Ask Eva or Hugh about how it got broken. (grin!) I should have kept the lovely paper Eva put up to cover the place as a souvenir but the crew got to it before I thought of that. :)
Here is what our front stairs look like now (please excuse the crappy vinyl tile on the lower entry way floor -- fixing that will have to be deferred until Stage 2):
That lovely furry queen you see halfway up the steps in one of the 'people' who lives here -- Cocoa Schiffer. She is showing you her very best Queen Bastet profile in this shot. (grin) Here she is in a very, very slightly more peaceful pose:
I suspect that, like most cats, she was not overly happy about my flashing bright lights in her face. :P
As long as I am showing off the people who live here -- Foxy also posed for me, somewhat reluctantly, in his favorite self-appointed watch post station at the top of the stairs (no doubt you will notice in the background more stuff that must be heaved into it's correct location soon):
Not bad for a middle-aged pup, eh? He's eleven (!!) years old now and getting a bit gray in the muzzle. Still got fire in the belly though and a serious top-dog attitude. :)
Here is a third member of the household, sitting in my bedroom easy chair -- Chico is probably about 13 years old and getting a bit more feeble with time. He has the feline equivalent of Parkinson's Disease and only stirs out of his comfortable warm spot for food and to seek affection. And people say cats are aloof. (hah!)
I'm not sure where Bright Eyes, the last non-human member of the household is at this moment - sleeping with my son, most likely. I'll try to catch her tomorrow, in the public interest (most likely time for a B.E. viewing is mealtime -- she never misses a meal and frequently shows up ahead of time just to be sure her human servants don't get lax and forget about her:).
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