So 2012 has exploded out of the blocks around here. Going all in, indeed.
I debuted with the Globe and Mail yesterday, which was actually my birthday. I decided this was a good omen. If I'd decided it was a bad omen, I'd never have gotten out of bed.
And I had to get out of bed, because I have two men ripping apart my basement. They started January 2nd. Renos and repairs I have delayed, well, forever, are finally going forward. Lots of conversations that end with me saying "oh yeah, I remember when Dad screwed that up..."
The upside to living where I was born is that I know this house inside out. The downside is that understanding that well the scope of what's wrong with your home can be overwhelming. I've spent 15 years patching what leaks, hammering what's loose, and oiling what squeaks. 2012 is the end of that.
I've been doing the courtesy dance with my reno gentlemen. They're awesome, and I want to be a good host/client. I put a pot of coffee on each morning. I don't drink coffee, but I make sure it's there. Kevin is dutifully drinking my coffee. Steve is not. Today, I bought cookies, thinking maybe I can bribe him on Monday.
I was speechifying on Thursday morning, so I left the boys snoring soundly, a pot of coffee all brewed, and a note for Kevin and Steve to help themselves. They stopped at Timmies on the way over. Today, I bought a different kind of coffee.
The work here is probably going to take at least a couple of months. I think Steve better start appreciating my coffee.