Friday, February 16, 2007

Shari enjoys working at home -- most of the time!

One of the joys of working at home is being able to arrange my schedule to suit my needs. One of the problems of working at home is being able to Rearrange my schedule – you get the drift?

My schedule for the past few weeks has been so badly disrupted that I don’t have a semblance of a schedule to call my own. We are remodeling. I hear some of you wickedly laughing.

It started innocently enough. We wanted to replace a badly designed and inconveniently placed island (3 cabinets with a countertop) in the kitchen. Which meant we must replace the flooring and should do an upgrade of all the countertops. And as long as we were doing all that, we really should do something about the lighting. And as long as the workmen were there anyway . . . oh, my.

Then there was the tile in the master suite’s bathroom we both disliked. I’ll spare you the details. Needless to say, one thing led to another in that room, too.

The good part – I didn’t have to cook for an entire week while the kitchen was torn up because both the stove and refrigerator were parked in the living room. (No, I didn’t remind my husband that one can do more with a microwave than heat water and defrost hamburger.) The bad part – I don’t dare go near the bathroom scale, which I can’t do anyway because it’s buried in one of the dozen full boxes stacked in the spare bedroom.

I know that soon I’ll no longer have workmen invading the house, and through diligent sweeping/vacuuming/scrubbing, I’ll get rid of the drywall dust, sawdust, and ceramic tile grit that’s coating nearly every surface. I will someday be able to look back on all of this and laugh and wonder why I was feeling so discombobulated.

We’ve all had something happen, either through our own design or by accident, that made life tough for a while but we are now able to laugh about. What was yours? On Sunday, Feb. 18th, I’ll randomly select one winner of a copy of TWILIGHT MAGIC from among the comments. Let the tales of horror begin!

Shari Anton
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23 comments:

Edie said...

I don't know if I can laugh about it, but my cousin was helping me with my computer and wiped everything in it out. All my word docs. (Can you hear me screaming?) Luckily I had hard copies and backups--although not for the one I was writing. That was about 3 years ago, and I've moved on. Now I back up every day, sometimes in 3 different places.

Kathleen said...

I have never owned my own place to remodel...but I have had the same computer horrors. Sadly, I didn't have back ups! I have learned from that mistake...LOL!!

christy said...

Mine isn't a laughing story either, but it is something that happened for the best.
I had the most perfect job (in my mind), and I lost it. I was heartbroken. Several months later, my Grandma became ill and needed round the clock care. She only ended up having a few months, but I spent nearly every day with her and I was "blessed" with the opportunity to spend her last days with her.
I miss my Grandma alot more than I miss my old job.

Delia DeLeest said...

We'd been talking about moving to Hawaii for a year or so, but never anything definite, just decided it would be within the year. Then one day he was clicking away at the computer and said, how does moving to Hawaii on February 2nd sound? Ignorant fool that I was, I said it sounded just fine, so he bought the tickets. That was on December 23. We decided to take nothing with us but our clothes and some things we couldn't leave behind. I had about 5 weeks to get rid of our 16 year accumulation of things in our 5 bedroom household of 6 people. It's been over a year now, but I still think of that time as "Hell Month".

Stefanie said...

I think it was in 2000 that we went to the Czech Republic for our holidays. My father and I wanted to do a big walk, but my younger brother was still too little. So mother stayed in town with my brother and sister. It was an easy route where we had to follow the blue lines. And then the problems began... At a certain moment, we didn't see any blue lines anymore. We knew that we had to end at the station of a little town, but we didn't know that the town had 2 "stations". So when we asked directions, the farmer sent us to the wrong station. And there you are then... No money, you don't speak the language and the people there don't speak English or French or Dutch, it's getting dark and we didn't have a handy yet... At that moment you are worried. But then we have been very lucky. We found a map at the side of the road, so my father could see where we had to go to. And then finaly, we found my mother again. She was worried sick too and cried when she saw us arriving at the station.

Now this is one of the stories that are told when our family comes together. But at that moment, nobody could laugh about it.

principessa said...

Whenn my husband & I were traveling through the Rockies many years ago, it was unfamilar territory and evening. We had nowhere to stay and he took a unique route which ended up at a hotel that had not been completed. We backtracked and finally found our way back to the main road and managed to find a lovely lodge which had one room left. What a dream excursion that was.

ellie said...

The dishwasher was malfunctioning and my husband wanted to repair it himself. He stayed up for an entire night to try to fix it but it required a entirely new part since the old one was corroded and broken. He wasted his time, strength and energy on a futile task and then the repairman arrived on Tuesday with the part snd repaired it.

sharon said...

Our furnaces conked out at the same time so my husband had to repair them simultaneously. This was a very involved and difficult job with bit and pieces strewn all over the place. It looked absolutely impossible but he managed to repair both furnaces on the weekend in time for the cold weather.

pearl said...

When a relative came over to visit he wanted to fiddle with the VCR unit and I knew that this was unwise. He broke the unit and we ended up having to send it out for repair and pay a fortune for this inconvenience.

alissa said...

Sometimes it is better to leave well enough alone. it is also about the computer which was functioning well, but a busybody felt that he had the knowledge and capability to improve things. He dumped a ton of important files and then couldn't get them back. We had to work all weekend in order to retrieve and get back to normal.

Lynn Bushey said...

I call this "as long as I'm here..."
Last Saturday I had a few million things on the to-do list. I worked for hours. My accomplishment? I changed a lightbulb. It wasn't even on the list.

The light in my oven burned out. To get to it, I had to remove the door and the shelves. They desparately needed cleaning, as did the who interior.
Bad weather, so I soaked ther shelves in the tub. Effective, but then I had to clean the whole bathroom.
Oh, it took some doing to figure out how to actually get to the bulb, which didn't match anything I had on hand. So a trip to the hardware store followed. I needed new batteries for the flashlight, too, so I could actually see what I was doing.

Well, I couldn't leave a grimy trovetop over my newly clean oven, so....

And then I had to remove the stains from the shirt I actually should have changed earlier.

One thing does lead to another, doesn't ot???

Martha said...

Hi! I don't really have a horror story (that I can think of right now!) but I sure have enjoyed reading everyones. Shari, I wish I could get my husband to agree to some remodeling! I could live with the mess!

A Bartlett said...

I have a sweetie that is a firm believer that we need to "change" something in the house at least quarterly. If I ever get a year without drywall dust, it'll only be in a dream. But it is great fun to work side by side with him. We laugh at the mistakes (doesn't matter who makes them!) and find that I would be lost without this time together.

Dannyfiredragon said...

Remodeling can be pure hell.

The only horror stories that I have a with my computer.

Meljprincess said...

Marriage

Maria, Lover of All Things Romance said...

My dog once ate an essay I had to have in for college. It was not funny at the time, I cried a lot. But now looking back, it makes me laugh. The dog eating homework is such a cliche:)

principessa said...

When we had a problem with our washing machine. My husband decided to dismantle it and then realized that it required a more competent repairman, whose expertise was in the washing machine area. I had to do without one for a week which was a real inconvenience with small children at the thme.

Barbara Elness said...

I moved into a new house and decided to tear out the tile the old owners had installed and put in new. Once that was done, I decided I hated the carpet in the bedrooms and tile them, so I had to move out of my bedroom. As soon as the tile was done, here came the painters, I was hiding out in my room or outside while plastic was hanging over doorways, and dust was flying (they were scraping the cottage cheese coating off of part of the ceiling first). I didn't think I'd ever get the house back to normal, but of course I did. Then I decided to redo the countertops in the kitchen, and it started again! Now, there are still a couple more things to be done but I haven't gotten up the courage to go through dealing with the mess again.

Maureen said...

Your subject makes me think of when both my children were little. With only two years between them they were both in diapers for a little while and I was always running around but as they got older it was nice that they were so close in age.

Teresa said...

My horror story has to do with bees. Last summer, I kept noticing when I would wake up in the morning that I would find dead bees at the foot of by bed. I kept checking my windows to see if maybe there was a bee hive somewhere. I didn't find anything. The next morning I woke up to find some at the end of my bed. I have a closet that leads up to the attic. I opened the door and there were bees all over the place. I went up the in the attic and at the top of the steps there is a window. Sure enough there was a huge bees nest in the window. Since I'm single I had one of my guy friends come over and get the hive out and he completely sprayed for me. Got rid of them but had to completely rewash all my clothes that were hanging in the closet. Was even finding them in my shoes that I had in there. What a mess!

Lori said...

Yipes on the bees, Teresa!

I here you Shari, about working when your house is disrupted from contruction. My husband just put in hardwood floors. The floors are beautiful but two weeks of having the floor tore up was a major pain in the rear.

Shari Anton said...

You've made me laugh, and you've touched my heart, and a few have made me glad I'm only dealing with construction stuff and not broken furnaces or Bees (Yikes!) or being lost in a foreign country! And I can surely relate to computer horrors! Guess it just goes to prove that the human spirit is such that no matter what trips us up, we find a way to get past it. Thanks to all! And congrats to Principessa!
Shari

BrendaM said...

I have been living in the construction world for 14 years
when we bought this house my husband thought he would make the upstairs bigger because of the dormer and they are bigger but there is still NO completed walls we have dry wall that has turned yellow from not finishing it. So we he talks of doing other projects I say no that is okay we can live without that. He has done other things and finished them so I am not sure what happened with the drywall but I sure would like to have it done.