Vivid yes, flowery no and 789 words of pure nothingness …


Really, letters don’t get much more mundane than today’s tepid yawner. 789 words of pure nothingness. Bath projects, Thanksgiving, kayak fishing and arugula in a pot. Where’s the beef? as Clara might have said. (You remember Clara, don’t you?)

Who said letters had to be flowery prose? Not me. Vivid yes, flowery no. Ellen and Reid know the difference.

———————

October 12, 2015

Ellen/Reid: Well, the flooring/plumbing guy is set to come today to get things moving on the guest bath. He’ll rip out the particleboard sub flooring and begin to set the underlayment for the tile itself. The tile chipping escapade saved me about $400 in demolition cost which is better than a kick in the butt. Yeah, the whole shebang will set me back about $3K (which is $2K more than the shoestring budget originally pondered) but on the flip side there should be an appreciation in the overall value of the home.

In keeping with today's 'mundane' theme, here is a boring shot of guest bath tile.

In keeping with today’s ‘mundane’ theme, here is a boring shot of guest bath tile.

Ellen, I was thinking of  a boxcar type of painted white wainscot rather than just a straight paint job. What would you think of that? It might modernize it a bit more than simply paint on the walls. The upper walls would still get the coat of gray you suggested. The drywall work went pretty smoothly. Hopefully no problems there.

All the brushed nickel faucets, towel racks, etc., came in from Kohler the other day, and it’s all spread out on the coffee table in the living room.

so you think I was kidding about Kohler fixtures spread out on the coffee table? It's a guy thing.

So you think I was kidding about Kohler fixtures spread out on the coffee table? It’s a guy thing.

So, except for the tile, everything is here. The toilet and vanity bide their time in the upstairs hallway. I guess the lighting isn’t here yet and perhaps I’ll get that tonight when I retrieve the tile. With any luck, the job will be done perhaps by the end of the week or maybe a few days into the next.

It looks like Thanksgiving likely won’t pan out for you down here, Ellen. I completely understand. It’s a real production to get the girls moving from your Point A to my Point B (i.e. Savannah) and that is understandable. Plus, ticket prices are just exorbitant. Reid, your tickets seem pretty reasonable, and a Wednesday arrival would be just fine. You know, you might think about in-and-out from Savannah since I’d have to haul all the way back to Charlotte to pick you up, and the offer is still on the table to split if not buy your ticket outright (I still owe you for the ticket for Wyoming in July). The aim here is still to head down on the prior Sunday. My friends Jody and Sondra are still planning on coming down so you and I will bunk either on the pullout couch or we can flip a coin for the remaining bedroom. Another friend, Ted, might come down, too, so it could be a big slumber party. They’ll be golfing while at least I (and maybe you) prep the T-Day meal.

I am no longer on the fence about toting the Miss Emma down to Hilton Head. She's going and we are fishing.

I am no longer on the fence about toting the Miss Emma down to Hilton Head. She’s going and we are fishing. End of discussion.

I’m kind of on the fence about bringing down the kayak although I hate to miss a chance to hit the water for at least one morning. I’d love to fish and catch something, perhaps even on the open water rather than the Intracoastal. No guide this time, however, as we’ll take our chances on the briny. There has to be a rental fishing kayak situation down in those parts and I’ll scope that out. Lord knows we have enough fishing gear. Now we just need some fish.

I feel bad for those poor ducks in South Carolina. They got hammered by Hurricane Joaquin while we waltzed away relatively Scot free considering all the rain. I was up by one of big impoundments yesterday and the water levels have totally recovered from the drought levels.

My lettuce (arugula and romaine) is making a strong showing in the container pots along the driveway. That’s the big difference between where I live and where you guys live. The cool weather is ideal while you put the finishing touches on your garden season. Saw a small black snake in the garage last week.

This black snake slithered his/her way close to the sunflower seed but the snake's wait appeared in vain. It is welcome back anytime.

This black snake slithered his/her way close to the sunflower seed but the snake’s wait appeared in vain. It is welcome back anytime.

Some mice had gnawed on the sack of sunflower seed even though it was placed well above the garage floor and the snake had obviously sensed the presence of rodents. I don’t mind black snakes and let him wander his way along the same path followed by the mice. He ended up next to the sack and I let him be. He stayed there for a few hours and then slithered back whence he came. It didn’t appear he had gulped down his prey. But he’ll be welcomed back any time on his mouse foraging adventures.

Love, Dad

Advertisements

Leave a comment

Filed under Writing to adult children

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s