The promised pic of the new crown molding at the mini-rancho. That’s 4 and 1/2 inches x 3/4 inches in Mr. B.’s room, the only one so far with an outer corner to show off the molding joint. With blue ceiling and so-far un- repainted yellow walls.
Doing Mr. B.’s room walls (Valpar’s Daisy Spell, a very light yellow) and Bright White baseboards and fixing the crown molding screwup. All in four hours, which is all I can have from the contractors until their schedule lightens up on Dec. 23.
Still to schedule: crown in the dining-living area and then more paint. And, of course, still awaiting delivery/installation of the red oak doors.
Getting a painting estimate today for the mini-rancho’s hallway and the bedroom ceilings. All in baby-blue. “Angelic blue,” by name. The bedroom ceilings will eventually have crown molding in white around them.
A bit more painting after that. For instance, an accent wall in “roasted pumpkin” (burnt orange, actually) in the dining area (not actually a room) surrounded by a shade of yellow Bar wants that I can’t remember at the moment. (Update: Honey Pecan) Lighter than the “Cheerful Yellow” of the bathrooms. Probably also followed by crown molding in white.
Thinking if we’re going to have UT’s burnt orange we need a maroon accent for A&M to help Mr. Boy feel at home. Howdy!
UPDATE: We really like the Angelic (baby blue) hall and bedroom ceilings. But it finally occurred me that the color is the baby blue stripe of the Army’s dress uniform trousers for the infantry. And that figures. Baby, infant.
From Merriam Webster’s site: “The Italian word fante (from Latin infans, “infant, child”) originally meant “child,” later “youth, boy,” and then “servant.” In the 14th century, fante also took on the sense “foot soldier.” In Renaissance times, the fanteria, foot soldiers collectively, became a significant branch of arms, and the Italian word infanteria, was borrowed into English in the 1500s.”
…to marble bathroom counter tops and drop-in porcelain sinks. Which includes getting rid of the wall mirrors above the existing fiberglass tops and sinks. When that’s done, in a week or so, we’ll start painting the bathrooms sunshine yellow and hanging six-panel natural pine doors.
So far at the mini-rancho we’ve replaced the microwave, the dishwasher, the electric range, the AC system, and tiled the bathroom floors. Future work includes a new hot water heater to head off a potential flood from an old, leaking one. We bought the place “as-is” for a slight savings and it’s slowly becoming “as-was”.
On Friday we finally close on the sale of Rancho Roly Poly and get back some of the money we’ve spent. And say goodbye to the house we shared with Mrs Charm for twelve years and where Mr. Boy grew up.
No, not the 12th Man of Texas A&M fame (where Mr. Boy is working this summer and taking two courses) but the mystical one involved with Shiite Armageddon and the imposition of Islamic law on the world.
Shooting down a U.S. Navy drone is a good way to start one…
Saw an ad the other day for Hillsdale College seeking $100 plus donations by offering DVDs of its course on Mark Twain (another of which I took more than fifty years ago at Maryland) with the pitch that his Huckleberry Finn is banned by many American high schools. And more than a few colleges and universities, I imagine.
Because it has the word nigger in it. And a slave character who seems to be taking his slavery in stride. Though Huck is overtly opposed to slavery and racism.
Eleven years later and it’s still banned, eleven years after, that is, I read old Huckleberry to Mr. Boy (then eight years old) who enjoyed it immensely. Primarily, I suspect, because of Huckleberry’s disdain for school and the pc of his own day. The 20th century’s Holden Caulfield is a poor substitute.
Fortunately Huck is not out of print yet (if it’s not censored—sometimes called condensed—as many editions are) and you could enjoy it for yourself.
Sent Mr. Boy his Eastertime chocolate bunny and one for his girlfriend. Got tread milling done for another day. Cleaned out the litter box. Soon off to the lawyer for changes to my will. Thence to UPS to return some clothes for Bar that don’t fit. Finally to H.E.B. for food.
Then nap time!