Flushed Away

Flushed Away

Thursday 18 December 2008

Love may cover a multitude of sins… But I discovered today that even two thick coats of Kilz primer can’t cover the sin of 1970s Avacado Green paint…

Wonder of wonder! Miracle of miracles! Remember waaaaayyyy back, on the first day I started my renovation ‘soap opera’? How my goal was to remodel the guest bathroom? Well. Today… progress happened. All the tile adhesive is up and away. James’ Drywall Disaster® is ‘mostly’ repaired. And the walls have been primed. Twice. And still the Avacado shines through… What should I do? I guess I’ll keep on priming…

You know, we signed the disclosures about lead paint. And I never really gave it another thought… Until today when I was reading on the can of Kilz and it talks about how you can cause brain damage by peeling or sanding lead paint. I read this immediately following a vigorous bout of peeling loose paint and sanding stubborn paint. I’m hopeful that our house doesn’t really have lead paint… Otherwise it’s bye-bye brain cells…

I’m kind of getting ahead of myself though. A landmark event happened this morning. This morning was the very first time I’ve ever been alone in my house. It was nice. It was very quiet… No dogs barking, no neighbors’ televisions or voices. I don’t miss my apartment at all. I got caught up on some photo sessions and then started working on my avalanche. I mean. My office. I worked and worked and worked moving things around, stacking things up, putting things out and then bringing them in. I shuffled and shuffled til James came home. Then I curled up and almost cried. Because, as I explained to him, I have this much space (two fingers about two inches apart) and this much STUFF (both arms spread wide.) But my hero is not a hero for nothing. We decided to go ahead and put a shelving unit in my office closet. It was a project for later that suddenly got catapulted to the top of the priority list. Though it required yet another trip to Lowe’s it was one of the first projects that has ever been completed (beginning to end) in one day and with no ‘snags’ along the way. It is the first project that was a genetic dead end. It gave birth to no additional projects. Thank goodness!

So I’m painting away in the guest bathroom when James walks to the edge of the door and says, “Lea, you gotta see this.” “Really? Do I really need to look right now?” I ask… because I’m kind of in the middle of painting. “Really!” he says. “Come look in the toilet.” Ummmm…. In the toilet? Are you kidding? But I look. And you won’t believe this… But there was a frog sitting in our toilet. A big one. And we have no idea how he got there because we usually keep the lid closed. The lid was closed when James walked in. In fact, we keep the bathroom door closed too… this is the mystery of the decade… How does a frog get into a toilet? And why?