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I'm back from my travels. Jet lag is pretty well over. My 50th birthday is tomorrow and look! Here's my new bathroom!

Poor Ed--my contractor and incidentally my brother-in-law--has worked the past 21 days straight, trying to solve the string of problems he's encountered. He's taking an overdue break today.
The water, he assures me, will be back on tomorrow.
For the last month I've been living in hotels and at friends' and relatives' houses--on two continents. I just had to come home and sleep in my own bed last night. It was heavenly! Right up until the whole going out into the freakin' street at 6:00 on a cold, foggy winter morning to pee thing.
The place is a huge mess. For instance, this was my back yard last year at this time:

Here it is this morning:

You can see the old bathtub, the old water-heater, and a good chunk of...what is that large sheet of plywood? No clue.
It's not all bad news, though. The wiring and plumbing are complete, and the pink clouds of insulative coziness are mostly in place.

And, best of all, the Bathtub of Resuscitation is in the house!

Here's my 11-year-old niece, the soon-to-be famous actress, posing in the tub for scale:



(She pretty much idolizes Summer Glau.)
I was hoping to have a nice long 50th-birthday soak in the Bathtub of Resuscitation. Maybe for Christmas?
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Poor Ed--my contractor and incidentally my brother-in-law--has worked the past 21 days straight, trying to solve the string of problems he's encountered. He's taking an overdue break today.
The water, he assures me, will be back on tomorrow.
For the last month I've been living in hotels and at friends' and relatives' houses--on two continents. I just had to come home and sleep in my own bed last night. It was heavenly! Right up until the whole going out into the freakin' street at 6:00 on a cold, foggy winter morning to pee thing.
The place is a huge mess. For instance, this was my back yard last year at this time:

Here it is this morning:

You can see the old bathtub, the old water-heater, and a good chunk of...what is that large sheet of plywood? No clue.
It's not all bad news, though. The wiring and plumbing are complete, and the pink clouds of insulative coziness are mostly in place.

And, best of all, the Bathtub of Resuscitation is in the house!

Here's my 11-year-old niece, the soon-to-be famous actress, posing in the tub for scale:



(She pretty much idolizes Summer Glau.)
I was hoping to have a nice long 50th-birthday soak in the Bathtub of Resuscitation. Maybe for Christmas?
[Poll #626735]
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5/12/05 20:41 (UTC)Getting older stories? Sure! Lots! MOstly about feeling freer to relax and enjoy life rather than feel driven or worse, not driven but needing to fake it! I'm loving being older and more mature in my life style, looks, priorities in life. It's just so much easier! So, enjoy it!
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5/12/05 23:53 (UTC)Congrats on the new laptop! I suspect your send problem is simply a matter of designating the right email server in your settings--seems like maybe you have it fixed already, since I have a couple of messages from you.
I'm enjoying the age thing myself. No need to fake stuff anymore. It's great!
Let's get together again soon. Well, maybe after Xmas at this point, huh?