Day 84: We have a sink!, More About Paint; Veteran’s Day

One down, two to go:

This one’s a KWC. I wanted all the sinks to be functional; most bar sinks are pretty shallow and small. We’ll actually be able to rinse stemware in this one.

It occurred to me that through this long planning, prior bad cabinet experiences, delays, and general OMG’ness, the thing that will bring me to my knees over this project is the paint. Yesterday, I walked into the rooms during a beautiful sunny part of the day, and shrieked. The entire room was pink. Pink-pink. The kind of pink I wouldn’t dress my baby babboon in. Bathed in pink. I was horrified and upset, and Mr. Foodbabe tried to calm me down. Secondo tried to calm me down by saying, “it’s more a salmon color than pink, Momzee.” I was not calmed.

I walked back in a half-hour later to see if I was still upset and the room was still pink, but it was also pink on the ceiling. Ahem. Apparently, the dark red floor coverings CE uses to protect the wood floors, was reflecting pink back onto the walls. So it wasn’t my bad choice of “white,” it was the reflections. The paint color will be fine. I won’t feel like some foo-foo poodle when I walk in.

That’s my story, and I’m sticking to it.

I missed seeing the Veterans today selling poppies. This may be the first Veteran’s Day ever, where I haven’t bought poppies and worn them for the following week. I miss the old guys in their hats, with lots of badges and buttons on them. I still remember taking my sons to the Succasunna Shop-Rite in New Jersey, the year we moved there (1996), and giving them each a fiver for buying their own poppie from the Veteran. They marched up, solemnly extended their hand for a shake, and said, “thank you for saving the world.” The old guy started to tear up and my boys (who were 6 and 7 at the time) gave him a hug. Then, they said, “cool! a War Hero!” It was really moving for all of us, and we really are grateful (my mean “old people” comments aside, heh heh).

Number of days until I’m 50: Six. Unsolicited advice on how to handle it is pouring in and if you have anything to add, oh, please do. NOT.

Number of walks Jean-Luc went on: Two. Miles covered: 3.2. Energy level until fifteen minutes ago: High. (This, after spending yesterday afternoon racing around Nori and Desmo’s back yard, barking themselves hoarse. Nori and Desmo are whippets, and Jean-Luc should have figured out that he couldn’t keep up but damned if he didn’t try!)

Nephews with successful ankle surgery: 1 (20% of total nephews). I say he’ll be training with the track team in no time. And no, he doesn’t want to borrow my maroon metallic cane with the Marge Simpson and SpongeBob stickers on it.

Number of kids off school today: 1 (50% of total offspring; 100% of offspring still at school). MIles he ran: 2.5 Length of workout: 1:15, which is 25% more than usual. He’s in training. More on that later.