you think of a hole in the wall as a divey little restaurant that serves unexpectedly great food, or an intimate bar that not a lot of people know about.
around here, it is an actual HOLE IN THE WALL.
not a little hole, a BIG hole.
on wednesday afternoon kevin decided that since the weather was nice and because it needs to be done, it was time to replace two of our three living room windows. the two windows were right next to each other.
this is what it looked like after the windows were ripped out.
and here’s the view from the outside.
and this is after we’d tidied it up a bit.
because these windows that had been installed when the house was built were cheap and crappy, they leaked, causing the floor underneath to rot.
and because our huge white couch was right next to the window, we had to move it. part of it is now in the garage, and another section of it is piled on yet another section in the living.
what did this mean for mollie? TREATS, of course! kevin took a picture of mollie gobbling up the many dog treats, nuts, and random stuff that had collected under the couch.
here’s a closeup of the carpeting all peeled back.
when i got home from working on wednesday, this is what it looked like, and still does.
and this is the disarray that is now one portion of the living room.
here’s the other part of the living room, where at least we have places to sit, even though it is stark and full of patched nail holes.
and to conclude today’s photo essay, here’s honey, queen of the move, happily stretched out on the big pile of couches.
on monday we’re both going in for MRIs. you’d think they’d give us a group family discount. (i finally went to the doctor on thursday and he took an xray of my back and there is almost no space between two of my lumbar vertabra. i take this as a very bad sign of what may be to come regarding my back).
mom came over to help me paint yesterday, dressed fashionably as usual. she wore one of dad’s old shirts over her nice clothes, though, and she even took off her long dangly red earrings.
my hope for the weekend is that nobody ends up in the ER.
ok, i must paint.
saturday grace.