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Falling Into Place

Things have still been busy around here but its all starting to come together.  I got the basement bathroom painted a couple Friday's ago.  I am so in the mood for spring so the colors I chose were called Sea of Grass and Spring Melt.  These are from the Martha Stewart paint colors when she still had them at Sherwin Williams.  Over the course of the summer after we first moved in I managed to collect the paint chips for the entire color line.  Crazy hoarding behavior?  Slightly, but it's not like I'm collecting pieces of used  aluminum foil with bits of lasagna on them.  I use them all the time to put colors together for the website, knitting and sewing projects, and for painting, too.  Scott always laughs when I pull them out  but he says this is just another one of those quirky behaviors that makes me so endearing and I'm going to believe him.

On to the floor.  My momma came over on Monday and helped me put down the tile.  These octaganal tiles come on sheets from the Home Depot and were pretty easy to install.  I spent more time planning out and executing those mushrooms I made for my mom than I did putting these tiles in.  I guess those lazy nights spent watching how-to shows for the do it yourself-er on HGTV have finally started to pay off.  I'll be grouting the floor today and caulking, then on to tiling the shower surround. 

Scott's dad came over on Saturday to help cut the trim and re-hang the doors, so I spent a good protion of the day out of their way.  Our closet had puked all over the bedroom floor from a holiday hangover and was in need of some tidying up.  I got caught up on the laundry, re-organized the closet shelves, and cleaned the bathroom.  In the process of scrubbing the tub, the brush slipped and I grated my thumb like a soft piece of muenster across the drain, removing a large chunk of skin from under the nail.  Cleaning was done at this point. At about the same time Scott's dad had to run an errand.  Scott was still working in the basement and managed to stab open his finger with the razor knife.  After the bleeding and swearing stopped he assessed the wound and, being the nurse that he is, decided stitches wouldn't do much good for the gaping wound and actively seeking medical care would be a waste of his time.  Our supply of gauze and bandages was almost exhausted, so I'm glad he stayed away from the table saw.

Yesterday was a nice, quiet day of relaxing spent out at the Sauey house.  Except for the screaming at football players on tv.  But they were exciting games and now the Packers play the Giants in Green Bay and the possibility of going to the Super Bowl is very near.  Did you know I went to school at UW Green Bay for two years?  I did and this was not the best time of year to be around that town, especially when the Packers weren't playing so well.  Very gloomy and grouchy.  I'll bet things are different this year, though.

Until the next game day, there's a lot of work to get done.  After cleaning the bedroom we moved the furniture around, which gives the impression of a fresh start so it has really motivated me to finish or start my other projects.  My dad made me new soap molds so I will be making soap in time for Valentine's Day if anyone is interested.  I've started knitting my striped socks for basement hockey and have been trying to crochet.  A rag rug has already been partially completed.  Slowly, by little steps, everything is starting to fall in line.  It will feel so good when I can get some of these things crossed off my list.  So I can start a new one.