We have devolved into creatures good for nothing but generating profanity and hurling fistfuls of money at Home Depot. Over a hurried sandwich, I tried to explain to Elizabeth that Brown and I have been throwing ourselves into various home improvement projects since early April and it’s frustrating to still not see the end of it: I’m not sure how effective I was in communicating this to her, as I was mostly mumbling at the floor while wrapped in my own bear hug and rocking gently to-and-fro.
It wouldn’t be so bad if half of the projects went as planned. Repairs on the pool deck? Exceeds budget, no can do. Repairs on the pool? Within budget, but Elizabeth was there when the last contractor walked me through what he was planning, and Elizabeth pointed out that between her, Brown, and myself we easily had the experience required to do everything the contractor promised and at a fraction of the price.
Don’t do it, whispered the part of my brain that is very, very tired. Just pay the nice contractor the money and it will be someone else’s problem! (The part of my brain responsible for the budget and the part of my brain that can justify the overpriced bathroom sink if we keep pushing forward with DIY grabbed that first part and hauled him off for a chat… I’m not sure what was said but the lazy part now slurs its words and walks with a limp.)
So we are doing the pool ourselves, which would be bad enough had the darned tadpoles not come back. The pool was drained as of last Wednesday; two passing thunderstorms had refilled the deep end by Friday; as of today there are new baby tadpoles.
So, yes. Look at all them little buggers. I suppose we’ll now learn if de-pollywogging skills improve with practice.
I don’t mean to imply there’s no progress – there’s lots of progress! But we’re running on fumes and everything is at least a week behind schedule, and I’m dangerously close to transitioning from clean all the things! mode to Internet! FOREVER mode. Due to time constraints, the bathrooms have officially become the last item on the List. They’ve been set aside for last as they are the one project that won’t get a full DIY-treatment. I’ll do the tiling on the floors myself but not the shower walls or floor… if there’s even the slightest possibility that the bathtub might collapse into the basement at a later date, our insurance company will need someone to holler and wave litigation at.