All in a Day's Work

Basement progress report:

Yesterday I completed the tile cutting for the "kitchen" area while Bill was "working."  No, he doesn't really have a "job," but he has been working on a "proof of concept" proposal, for which he will be paid for his time.  So it's "work," but not necessarily a "job," and may or may not be a permanent resolution to our current "employment situation."  When he got home from "work," he went to work on mortaring the rest of the "kitchen" floor (made easier by his trusty and loyal tile cutter).

While Bill was finishing up in the "kitchen," I laboriously carried the six (6) boxes of purchased bathroom floor tile from the garage to the basement, one excruciatingly heavy box at a time.  I carefully opened the first box of tile, and laid a few pieces out to see if I had chosen wisely.  Yuck.  It didn't work with Country Beige at all (which looks more like Sunny Lemon with the florescent lighting in the laundry area of the bathroom).  Bill suggested re-painting the bathroom, to match the tile.  No thank you.  I will live with Country Beige and love it, even if it kills me.  We decided to make our millionth run to the local home improvement store to return the six (6) boxes of tile (I only took one back UP the stairs -- Bill strong-armed the rest), and make another selection.  We returned with tile samples, and not a few, one of which was not sold "by the piece," so we had to purchase the entire box.  20"x 20" porcelain.  7 pieces.  SUPER HEAVY.  Once Bill had lugged the samples down the stairs, I laid them out and quickly started eliminating (including the back-breaking style) until a final decision was made.  Today, after "work," Bill will swing by the store to return the samples, and purchase the selected tile.  Then the tile cutting, mortaring and setting will begin again in haste, in order to accommodate the Monday arrival of the cabinets.

After expending all of our energy on "work," work, and decision-making, last night we decided to watch Part 1 of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, just in case we had a spare moment to catch the finale in the next couple of weeks (which seems highly unlikely with the schedule we've been keeping lately).  Lexee wasn't home, since she had purchased her opening day midnight movie tickets weeks ago, and had to be at the theater early.  Mar fell asleep in the first 10 minutes.  Shi fell asleep after the first hour.  I nodded on and off throughout, with an occasional twinge of back pain, an obvious result of the day's labor.  It didn't really matter, since I have poor movie memory-retention ability, and can recall very little about ANY of the Harry Potter flicks.  I would still go see the new movie, if only for welcomed relief from all the "work" going on around here.

It looks like date night will be spent with the wet saw.  This is getting serious.