What can I say? I'm feeling better, more active, waiting for appointments with cardiologist for ECG and anaesthesiologist pre-op.
Shall I talk about the house?
We've made another visit to sort out measurements. We're still unable to decide where to put another staircase or how to replace the current one, so that people don't have to enter the living room via the workshop or the kitchen.
Should visitors have to ring, be buzzed in through the gate, walk through the court, up and around to the back where the living room will be? Outside? The buzzing and the stairs -- inside or out -- are unavoidable, whatever the final decision.
Still haven't decided where the bathroom should be, , either, although we ordered the sink I've been looking at for a year. I was afraid they wouldn't have it any longer by the time we're ready.
The bathroom-in-a-wine-vat will be in full use while we're "camping." The toilet and sink are O.K., but the previous owners' solution to a shower was to put in a square shower pan and hang plastic currents all around it. Needless to say, the pan, itself, is disgusting, and what it has done to the wall doesn't bear looking at. So, first, we'll be tiling the wall and building in a new shower before moving in. Fortunately, in my years outside the States, I've gone from Jewish American Princess to Tiling Queen. Is that a promotion?
Our friends, Polo and Nadine, have not only decorated their walls beautifully, but Nadine tiled the shower in a pattern that would never have occurred to me. I told her that's why we have so many books: I have no imagination. I've just ordered three more: tiling decoration, kitchens, and lighting.
I've found a kitchen manufacturer that looks good and reasonably priced (I hope). I've had a terrible time trying to make a layout with all the little cutouts they gave me. It's easier now, though, since Nick realised he made the drawing at half the scale it should have been. I suppose it's his way of checking to see if my brain is still functioning. Answer: no.