After an exhausting weekend of work on the house, Mrs. 1500 said this to me last night:
I look forward to the workweek so I can actually relax.
This morning, I had forgotten exactly what she had said. I asked her about the quote and she said this:
I’m too tired to remember.
Yesterday, she said something more ominous:
We haven’t talked in ages. I feel disconnected from you.
I feel the same way. We’ve been so busy that hardly ever talk. The weekends are worse. We were supposed to close our home remodeling permits 4 months ago and we’re still not ready for final inspections. But we’re almost there now.
Ask the Readers will be back next week when hopefully things settle down a bit. In the meantime, enjoy some pictures!
Look at this awesome vanity my friend made (not in our home):
As I was typing this, I heard a defeated voice from the kitchen:
- Me: What’s wrong?
- Mrs. 1500: Dishwasher is broken!
I can’t make this stuff up!
(Mrs. 1500 note: The dishwasher is just clogged – hopefully. We bought it off the neighbor down the street for $50, so even if it is completely broken, we’ve put off spending $800 for 2-1/2 years. Thanks to Google, we’ll probably just bail out the water, clean out the clog, and be up and running in about 30 minutes. I’ll keep you posted. But yeah, it gets kind of defeating. Sometimes I think Jim Collins is right about houses being terrible investments.)
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