Last update

Well, I think this the last update, since on Monday, I fly out to California, and everything here is pretty much done. Tuesday Jim stopped by and we did some of the lifting—couch, bookshelf, bar, and chairs went back into the living room, and the dining room table went back into the dining room. Then, for the rest of the day, I moved everything else: bookshelf, sideboard, the tall cabinets with all the plates and glassware, little couch, and so on. Everything is back in place, with one largish exception: the rug. For the floors to "cure" properly, they say no rugs for a couple of weeks, so that'll go down once we're back.

 

Here you see a tiny fraction of the glassware waiting to be moved back

The living room looks great. I've had trouble in the dining room, however: every single time I put down a patch, the consistency and finish are different. So, even though I bought exactly the same polyurethane this time (clear, satin), the patches are quite visibly glossy in comparison to the rest of the floor. Not the look I was going for, but I expect everything will be scuffed into submission in no time.

Or possibly it just needs to age, but no—the floor looked quite flat and satiny when it was first finished, not at all like this. Yesterday I bought grout to repair the kitchen backsplash. I didn't get caulk, which makes me wonder if perhaps we don't have any. I feel like there's always caulk somewhere down in the basement or in the garage.

Lots of things remaining in my last three days. I need to do a 17-mile run. Today is sunny (neutral) and warm (negative) but with low humidity (positive). Tomorrow and Sunday are cooler (in the 70s!), but with high humidity and a lot of potential for rain. I'm thinking I might try to do a rare afternoon run, since it's already 11:00.

I've also been recording some guitar pieces—those might get posted somewhere soon, but not here! That's it—I might get everything done that I'd wanted to. It makes me wonder, though, why I work so hard when I'm on vacation. Isn't this not actually work, but it's opposite? But then why is it so much… work?  One of the things that I like about it is that it's all physical (or in the case of music, physical and emotional), and virtually none of it is mental.