interior, and coconut

here's where i stand sometimes to ponder where the day went.

what did i do? i ask myself. 

scooped the cat box. washed diapers. lots of poo related tasks, it seems.

joren's been getting lots done. completely un-poo related tasks, mind you.

notice the kayaks on the wall. getting lots of use.

above: the living room ceiling. to be filled with wood, fir i think.

or maybe joren's planning on lining it with fur. you never know.

good communication is a building block, something, something... strong marriage. something else.

let's back the crap up

yes. the dry wall is up. everything is a bit out of order. i blame the baby. it's convenient.

in fact, i'm going to start blaming her for  lots of things! it's easy and fun.

dry wall  fairy. no wings. no tutu. more diesel fumes and craney.

artsy interlude no. one

I just liked the composition of this snapshot.

Do you? How does it make you feel? 

It doesn't mean anything.
Except that we sometimes wear boots and use levels.

wires. that's all.

Before the insulation was sprayed, laid and tethered, Joren ran about seven thousand feet of wire. Wires? Wiring? And yes, it's color coded for fun and whimsy.

No reason behind any of it, as far as I can tell.

The bottom tubes are for water. Ha, bottom tubes.

They're here! They're here!

As promised, the less interesting posts including valves! and tubes! and pipes! are here. Sort of like Christmas came early. The kind with no presents, and lots of shouting, and no drinking. Yeah, get up and go to the bathroom if you need to. You won't miss much.

Uh huh.

Ok. There are some gauges here. That's sort of cool. Or is it? I've lost perspective. Yeah. Not that cool.

Portland! Come for the beaches... or mountains... wine country... waterfalls... or multitudes of homeless people...

...but stay for the box that heats the water. It's white!

radiate THIS

radiant heat? yes. that's what's happening here. molten lava, gin gimlets and warm urine will alternately will flow through the red, seemingly inflexible tubing joren is so lovingly laying. thousands of screws hold the boards in place. now we're using a roofing nail gun, because it's much louder and requires hundreds of thousands of nails. you do the math. or don't. in any event it makes sense. and more noise.

some of the boards are black. some are board color. forget that. they're just black and board color. mind your own business. it has nothing to do with the heating tubes. 

phase one of tube city happened this winter. hence, the fire. also, pre-insulation. joren's currently finishing up the laying of the tube right this second, not 10 noisy feet above my fragile cranium. what's not sound proofed? the basement apartment or my skull that's as thin as an eggshell. 

Let's all just pause for a moment

Is that too much to ask? No, it is not. It's not like I'm not asking anyone to bring me a burrito, or a lemonade which both sound tremendous right now, but no one seems to be doing that, so give me the moment. Ok. I'm going to backtrack because there are some not so interesting chapters I've apparently skipped in this missive. 

Like... insulation! So quiet. Me. I'm still noisy, but the walls are very quiet.