Miracles on Moss Street
So the whole point of Hanukkah is a miracle happened – oil that was supposed to last for one night lasted for eight. I was lighting my menorah tonight and hoping that the money I have for the next month, will last eight months, so I have enough for the LaLa. Miracle thinking.
The shutters are being fitted back on the windows, but a lot of them got hammered with the stripping and so they need to be fitted on the window, then removed and fixed, then stained and varnished, and then put back. You do the hokey pokey and you turn yourself around, hey, that’s what it’s all about.
I ran into Giovanni at Whole Foods on Magazine Street – he started to kiss me hello and I sort of reared back. I don’t think I need to be hugging and kissing my tile guy until he finishes the job. He’s actually doing a great job putting the baseboards in, so he deserved, probably, at least a hug.
The cabinets are all pretty much in and Pieri is coming Monday to measure for the slab and thresholds. The only cabinet that still needs work is the pantry, which was left as is and will most likely stay as is, till Ken returns after the New Year.
Brian, the electrician, came by and hung the ceiling fans on the porches and in the spare bedroom. They look great!
Bob came by and removed the glass from the window that was leaking and reglazed and recaulked. Fingers crossed.
Painting continues. Soon I’ll be in the house.