Tony rented a stump grinder, and took out about 10-15 stumps in our yard including the one made today. Here he is doing some in the neighbor’s yard. When Tony was a young firefighter, he had a call where a kid’s leg got completely mangled by one of these. I can’t even imagine the horror of that situation.
Taking down this awful blue spruce that was ugly as hell and created a big sandy expanse in our front yard. Not all trees are good. Some trees are just christmas trees that people stick in the ground and then they grow really big and hideous. So there.
Yesterday was a productive day. I finally got off my ass and finish painted the stairway walls, and then helped Tony place and finish a concrete pad for the whole house generator we’re putting in. He went overboard and poured a 6 in slab with wire fabric rather than a 4 in slab. Lucas made his first trip to the Home Depot this morning to look at concrete sealers. Now we are watching Harry Potter 5. Is it just me or is there a lot of sexual tension in the movies between a) Harry and Sirius and b) Harry and Dumbledore? Both have more chemistry than Ron and Hermione. And waaayyy more chemistry than Harry and Ginny.
Here’s another small project that took an inordinate amount of time to execute. I had this idea to get maps of places that are meaningful—Greece, Lebanon, New England (i.e., Connecticut, where I hail from) and Pennsylvania, where we currently reside and where Tony was born. So I delved into the black hole of the internet also known as Etsy.com, and found some really cool antique maps of those places, plus an additional world map. Then I took them to get matted and framed at Michael’s. I didn’t have the balls to tell Tony how much that cost, as he would have had a motor-function-impairing stroke. But hey, I think it looks pretty great. I have since moved the DVD stand to another room and I’m looking into getting decent furniture for that room, as it still has basically nothing and looks like a fraternity furnished it.
And here is a gratuitous picture of our human baby. His name is Lucas and he’s pretty much the human equivalent of a delicious lemon cake. That is to say, wonderful.
It always surprises me how little sewage smells like poop. It is much closer to a rotting organic matter smell than feces. I guess that makes sense.
So we’ve been working on replacing the main sewage line to our septic tank. In our crawl space, the entire pipe had corroded and was dumping Shawshank escape route-level volumes of sewage directly adjacent to our foundation. So, fun times! When we started the project a few weeks ago, I was still healing up from birthing a human baby so I was pretty useless from the pain of a healing perianal area. You know that episode of Sex and the City (sorry, I know, referencing that show is SUPER tired) when Samantha tells Charlotte to use her mirror to look at her vagina? I have never done that and now I am definitely never doing it. It is a complete mess down there for a few weeks after. But I must say, epidurals are FABULOUS. I would recommend just getting one when you’re not in labor, that’s how awesome they are.
We just finished hard piping the new PVC pipe into the septic tank. It used to be a cast iron pipe, but you are really not supposed to use cast iron for such a low-slope run (as seen in the second photo)—cast iron should really be used vertically. The rust on the inside will build up and limit the flow of the sewage.
So under Fox’s strict supervision (photo 1) Tony is backfilling the hole in our yard today.
Aside: Breastfeeding has afforded me the opportunity to watch a lot of Netflix. I’m currently on the final episode of BBC’s Sherlock. And I kind of get the Cumberbitch phenomenon now. KIND OF.
So being on maternity leave has some major benefits. I can get all those annoying little projects around the house done, with the advantage of being by myself while I do them, which oddly, I prefer. Another great thing is watching netflix while breastfeeding. And spending time with my new baby etc etc yah that’s great too. So I put these ledge shelves up then raided homegoods for some frames. The pictures that will live in these frames are on their way. But I look at these frames and am reminded of that Jen Aniston/Jason Bateman movie where he switches his sperm with the sperm donor and Jen’s kid is so fucking cute I want to rip my throat out. The kid collects picture frames with stock photos in them. The movie is pretty cute, although I kind of wish Jen/Jason’s reconciliation was more dramatic and satisfying. But Jeff Goldblum is all up in this movie as Bateman’s friend (or maybe his boss? I’m not sure) and he is in FULL effect. Playing piano, speaking with the patented Goldblum cadence, and having implied off-camera sex with a very sexy woman who is at least two decades his junior. I imagine that’s what Jeff Goldblum’s life is like all the time. In summary, Jeff Goldblum rules.
Pretty much done with the big stuff in the baby room—replacing the windows and getting the closet door hung correctly. I’m still waiting for a shelf with some hooks from Amazon, which will go on that open wall between the closet and the main room door.
Installing “new construction” windows as opposed to replacement windows (when you don’t have to replace trim work) is a real bitch. But fully replacing the windows and trim not only cut down on the severe air leakage we had, it really makes the room look fresh.
In a couple weeks we’ll be that insane couple working on the house while having an infant around. It will definitely be an adjustment period.