Today I focused on the Pink room (more commonly known by its moniker to the left there) and began to look at the issues to tackle there. Friday I ordered some plaster washers from the maker—and there’s a good Sunday project for you: Try walking into a Home Depot and asking for “plaster washers” to anybody in an orange apron. The grizzled ex-plumber guys will keep asking you if you mean “plastic washers” and point you to the aisle of Crappy Replacement Parts For Cheap Faucets; the manly Hardware guys will blink at you, ask the same question, and send you back to Plumbing to bother those guys so they can return to hitting on the hot 19-year-old cashier at the Tool Corral. Turns out you have to go to the The Old House site, find the link to the maker/distributor, and buy them online (at $12 per 120.)

But I digress.

The bulge in the G-spot is pretty huge, so it’s probably going to take about 119 of those 120 washers to hold it in place; otherwise there are some minor cracks and small dings to be repaired, but the room isn’t in half-bad shape. One coat of Kilz and several million dead brain cells later, and the Pink room is sort of a sloppy off-white. The Anxious room is becoming increasingly less so as we move along; with a coat of white Kilz on the cieling, a sparkling cleaning job on the fixture, and about 20 lb. of patching plaster, it doesn’t look half-bad. Yesterday I yanked off all the trim from the kickplates to see what it’s like under there; the answer is that they did a decent job of putting the plaster on (contrasted with the half-ass job at 620, where the plaster didn’t make it all the way to the floor.) Which makes future installation of electrical lines that much harder. Oh, well.

Meanwhile, the Presbetyrian Church across the street has fixed their bells, so right now, at 6PM, it’s pleasantly ringing here in my backyard.

I like it here.