Lots of stuff going on around here this past week, and I’ve struggled to keep up. It’s that time of year when the heat makes even the healthiest of people feel lethargic, and I am definitely not the healthiest of people. I’m on the couch today, fighting off my second nap of the afternoon, because laundry (which never ever seems to be completely done).
My corn has reached the required height for us to go plant the remaining sisters for our fall crops. I do not have the energy to do that shit today, not in this heat. Maybe one morning this coming week I’ll be up to it.
Sunshine and I had a small battle of wills over the interior walls of our little house. I wanted sheet rock so I could paint it purple. He wanted reclaimed wood because he hates sheet rock. I came to the conclusion that I have to choose my battles, and this was not the one I was choosing. He also agreed to let me paint the outer walls of the storm shelter closet any color(s) my little heart desired to make up for not getting sheet rock walls to paint. I don’t think it was a very big concession to wring from him since he was going to have to do an adobe type treatment on those walls and now he gets out of doing that work.
Side note: tomorrow, we’ll talk more about the reclaimed wood. It truly deserves its own post, as everybody seemed to get into the spirit of it AND some of the wood has an awesome back story.
Today we picked up our electrical engineer and trekked over to the Home Depot to buy all of the supplies to wire the house. I didn’t get to choose any sexy stuff today, this was mostly about getting the stuff that stays unseen inside the walls and ceiling, like conduit and wire and breaker boxes and such. We did get a fart fan while we were out, and the nice employee who helped us find everything we needed was rather amused at how much enjoyment I got out of saying “fart fan”.
Side note: Let’s face it, my inner twelve year old boy just refuses to grow up and farts are downright funny as hell.
The electrical engineer did cause me to change my choice for lighting inside the safe room closet. I wasn’t happy about giving up my sexy track lights I had chosen for that room, but I couldn’t argue with his logic about how low the ceiling is in there. I hate it when people come at me with irrefutable logic, because I like logic and don’t argue with it much (which sucks when it’s as emotional as the fucking ceiling fans are for me). I had to choose a very unsexy ceiling-hugging strip light to go in there so we don’t give ourselves concussions trying to get dressed. I also had to change my choice of outlets and switch plates, because the ones I wanted were really spendy. I wanted the brushed nickel finish but they were three times the price of the white or ivory ones. White it is, I guess.
Side note: Sunshine said we could always change the outlets and switch plates and stuff to the sexier ones in the future, and I really do have to choose my battles. He’s already distressed at how many light fixtures I want for the kitchen. Speaking of kitchen, the cabinets are coming up in the future, and there will be some custom (or semi-custom) cabinets involved because I refuse to have any upper cabinets and I refuse to have a microwave on a countertop. The kitchen cabinets are the battle I’m choosing, so I’m trying to earn myself some goodwill in advance of that declaration of war.
I did almost experience a total meltdown in the recessed lighting section. I want LED lighting throughout, which wasn’t a problem. The problem came from the limited amount of choices in wavelength. I don’t want warm lighting, and I don’t want soft lighting. I’m going with a lot of cool colors throughout my house and yellow tinted lights would just be gross on it. Sunshine actually understood why I was upset because he has the soul of an artist and knows about color theory. The employee who helped us did help me find some lights in the “daylight” wavelength, which was about as good as I was going to get without getting into fancy color-changing LED lighting and shit.
Side note: another one of those “choose your battles” situations. I’m absolutely determined that there will be no microwave on my countertop and no upper cabinets to house a microwave, and that’s the battle I have chosen. I’m just glad I didn’t have to put forth any effort to convince Sunshine that the outlets with USB ports built into them were a good investment; he was so excited to see that such a thing existed that he instantly agreed to not one but TWO of them.
I have a meeting tomorrow morning with the electrical engineer and the carpenter to walk through and mark the locations for outlets, fixtures, switches, ceiling fans, and etcetera. Once I do this walk-through tomorrow, things are going to start happening and any changes get expensive. I’ve already been nicknamed “change order”, for fuck’s sake; but only because people started making decisions while I was out of town.
Once the electrical is done, the roof goes on. Once the roof goes on, the fireplace gets built. After that, things will probably grind to a halt for a while so that Sunshine can quit working himself to death to pay for things. The little house does me no good if I don’t have Sunshine in it with me, and having Sunshine in it is another battle I’m choosing.