Backlogged

It’s official. I’m a backlogged blogging slacker. Last night my wife told me she was disappointed with the few, paltry post I’d left.

Lord, I have no idea where to begin. Mercifully, I’m nearly finished with my web design class. All I have to finish is my final project and that is it. It’s been very informative, but keeping up with it has been a real pain. If I decide to take part two, it definitely won’t be until the fall term. I’m taking the summer off.

Nothing happened at the Queen over the last week. Kenny, as will be explained later, was working on another job, and he should be coming back to work for us in another day or two (fingers crossed). Sunday, Jack and I met up at the Queen and dragged the claw foot tub out of the yard and put it in the master bathroom. It’s not hooked up yet, but it’s ready to be.

My wife and I took a much needed and much too short vacation over the weekend. Since we went to Eureka Springs (one of the, if not the largest historic district in the US), you’ll be hearing more about that. If I weren’t lazy (haven’t down loaded the pictures) and hadn’t let my wife have the camera today, you’d be hearing about it now.

We’re feeling anxious about the Queen and the lack of meaningful progress. We were supposed to have working plumbing by now, but we are at least two weeks behind schedule. Our current things-to-do list includes: buying a toilet for the master bathroom, making sure the claw foot tub’s faucet has working gaskets & reassembling the faucet, hooking up the claw foot tub, finished the plumbing, trying to decide how or if we’ll re-plumb the master bathroom for wall faucets v. counter top faucets, making a mile long list of other things-to-do for Kenny, wiring the septic tank pump, and God knows what else. Is your eye twitching yet? Mine is.


On a slightly different note, it seems I’ve found my place in the Houseblogging neighborhood. It would seem that I am the crazy street-person of houseblogs, and I am totally cool with that. Since I’m one of the crazy street-people in most social situations, it’s like coming home.

So, why did I decide this? It was the confluence of several comments in the last 24 hours that sparked this epiphany. First, there is this post by Gary which is in reference to comments that I left here and here. Starting to make sense?

And, then there is the email that I received from Expatriate Aaron yesterday. It is still cracking me up (my wife thought it was pretty funny too), so here are a few excerpts:

“We would never be brave (crazy? I’m too polite to say) enough to sink every last dime we had into anything, much less a project like you have. . . When we get back, we’ll be buying our first home. I’ve romanticized for years about DIY projects on a “fixer upper.” However, after reading your posts, I’ve got new respect for that word. What I’ve envisioned would be the equivalent of taking a few exploratory puffs of some wacky weed. You my friend have tied off your arm with that leather belt you always forget to put on, and have mainlined Afghani black tar heroin right into your aorta.”

As far as I’m concerned, it’s official. I’m Crazy John of the Devil Queen.