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May. 6th, 2005 11:09 amThe bedroom->bathroom remodel continues, every day ratcheting up the cost.
I'm afraid that our budget is going to be so busted that we will run out of money. I will be working it out this weekend. I can understand why things are more expensive but I think it was irresponsible of the main contractor to not have considered these things in his original estimate.
In any case, it will look good and they're making amazing progress. It's been a week and the new plumbing is all in (from the basement to the 2nd floor) for the toilet, the two sinks and the shower. The vent hasn't been punched through the roof yet. We need to run heat to the bathroom and that's going to be even more money.
The guys doing the work are great. Wayne, the Jamaican plumber, has been working until 10pm every night. Femer, the russian construction guy, is sweet and funny and competent. Listening to him speak english is like watching a vocabulary pinball machine. He's fearless and it just flows but sometimes it just doesn't add up.
I hope it ends soon.
The garden is looking great, we've moved around a bunch of the perennials we planted last year to more appropriate spots (based on size, and need for sun.) We moved a huge japanese maple from the weird spot it was in before to the middle of the back fence. Its dark red leaves will look great there if it actually survives the move. We moved another one last year and it looked like it was going to die for a month, but now it looks great. We just have to keep it watered twice a day all summer.
I've been having a frustrating exchange with someone in someone else's journal. I so rarely put myself in the position of actually trying to have a discussion with someone whose religious ideology is so overwhelming that they twist logic and reason in incomprehensible ways. The core of the his argument is that science and scientific knowledge is just another form of religion, which both calls into question the validity of science as well as elevating religious thinking to be equal to it. He attempts to this by equating surface attributes that science and religion have in common while rejecting the importance of the fundamental ways they differ. When he's called on the gaping holes (and not the fun kind of gaping holes) in his logic his response is to repeat the same weak arguments he's already made, and to present indignance at how he, a "person of faith", is being disprespected, and to equate the questioning of the rationality of his beliefs with insults about people's sexuality. As if. The hubris of people who say that their choices about which superstitions to believe should be free from comment and criticism is astounding. But not uncommon.
Even worse, he calls himself a "pagan" as though that term meant anything.
Bah. I don't know why I bother. Maybe it's a good reminder at how well I've been able to insulate myself from that sort of wackiness in my day-to-day life.
Looking forward to the weekend. Cleaning out the guest room (where everything has gotten dumped for the last couple of weeks) and sanding and staining the new doors that will go from the bedroom to the new closet and new bathroom. Digging in a new 5x9 stone patio in the back yard.
And figuring out exactly how poor I am.
I'm afraid that our budget is going to be so busted that we will run out of money. I will be working it out this weekend. I can understand why things are more expensive but I think it was irresponsible of the main contractor to not have considered these things in his original estimate.
In any case, it will look good and they're making amazing progress. It's been a week and the new plumbing is all in (from the basement to the 2nd floor) for the toilet, the two sinks and the shower. The vent hasn't been punched through the roof yet. We need to run heat to the bathroom and that's going to be even more money.
The guys doing the work are great. Wayne, the Jamaican plumber, has been working until 10pm every night. Femer, the russian construction guy, is sweet and funny and competent. Listening to him speak english is like watching a vocabulary pinball machine. He's fearless and it just flows but sometimes it just doesn't add up.
I hope it ends soon.
The garden is looking great, we've moved around a bunch of the perennials we planted last year to more appropriate spots (based on size, and need for sun.) We moved a huge japanese maple from the weird spot it was in before to the middle of the back fence. Its dark red leaves will look great there if it actually survives the move. We moved another one last year and it looked like it was going to die for a month, but now it looks great. We just have to keep it watered twice a day all summer.
I've been having a frustrating exchange with someone in someone else's journal. I so rarely put myself in the position of actually trying to have a discussion with someone whose religious ideology is so overwhelming that they twist logic and reason in incomprehensible ways. The core of the his argument is that science and scientific knowledge is just another form of religion, which both calls into question the validity of science as well as elevating religious thinking to be equal to it. He attempts to this by equating surface attributes that science and religion have in common while rejecting the importance of the fundamental ways they differ. When he's called on the gaping holes (and not the fun kind of gaping holes) in his logic his response is to repeat the same weak arguments he's already made, and to present indignance at how he, a "person of faith", is being disprespected, and to equate the questioning of the rationality of his beliefs with insults about people's sexuality. As if. The hubris of people who say that their choices about which superstitions to believe should be free from comment and criticism is astounding. But not uncommon.
Even worse, he calls himself a "pagan" as though that term meant anything.
Bah. I don't know why I bother. Maybe it's a good reminder at how well I've been able to insulate myself from that sort of wackiness in my day-to-day life.
Looking forward to the weekend. Cleaning out the guest room (where everything has gotten dumped for the last couple of weeks) and sanding and staining the new doors that will go from the bedroom to the new closet and new bathroom. Digging in a new 5x9 stone patio in the back yard.
And figuring out exactly how poor I am.
