So...I am the "artsy-fartsy niece of Uncle Guido...call me Dusty! Uncle Guido was going to help Carl and me fix up the bathroom. We picked out the tub of our dreams and Uncle Guido was quick to shatter them. He scolded us for putting 10lbs of good $#%T in a one pound bag. Uncle Guido can be very persuasive. We were on our way to building a ten foot addition to the back of the first and second floor...making for plenty of soaking room! This tub is going into a 9'x12' room instead of a 5'x5'.
It will be well worth the work and wait ... a dream in a bigger space.
Guido has taken my dearest Carl under his wing. Here he is with "oneathethings thisa boy has abuilte inathe garage." For a clearer picture go here!
Our first casualty happened today during a closet demolition. While happily tossing lumber out of the second floor window, one of the projectiles rebelled and crashed through the basement window. Carl was secretly pleased. Guido started looking for his hard hat. (Guido was also seen in several other locations...he donned his cape and flew to my sister's place to fix a circuit breaker and has been painting his daughter Carmella's kitchen.) How does he do it???
I need a nap!
Carl built some sweet shelves in the living room. I've been working on sanding and painting, dusting, packing debris and of course feeding the crew.
So far it's been two weeks. Uncle Guido's expert plans have been submitted to the city and we wait. In the meantime, he and Carl built a wall, knocked out a bunch of plaster, fixed drippy broken faucets, fixed plugs, and mapped out some future fixture spots. There's already a ton of rubble and we've barely started. I will be dusty for quite some time!
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