Bacon. Seriously. Bacon.
Fry bacon, then put eggs on bacon fat. They won’t stick. I’ve had eggs stick to teflon pans, metal pans, infused pans. I’ve used every kind of fat (except bacon). The eggs always stick.
So that was my problem all along - cleaning the pan after cooking the bacon.
duh.
But never thought I’d live in one.
Just got back from walking the Canine-American, and I noticed something along the way.
Every house on the block looks exactly. like. mine. Well, not exactly like mine does now, but like it did when it was plunked here. You can see the modifications that were done to some over the years, but in 1954 this was a neighborhood of absolutely identical houses, one after another, about 50 times.
And across the street is another neighborhood in a similar vein - all the houses alike. My neighborhood - bungalow-style ranches. Across the street - capes.
It’s a rather interesting thing to see.
Another chapter closes. It finally hit me tonight - I no longer live in Bristol.
I didn’t feel this way when I moved out of the last apartment. I think that’s because the first apartment was just a place to live. This one was something else.
It was home.
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First meal cooked on fancy new stove: Macaroni and Cheese. In a wok.
Because you want to use your finest Chinese cookware on a gourmet meal that complex.
The place is nowhere near done, but with the next two weekends being holidays, I’m not likely to get moved then - so it was now or next year.
Crimson hates it. She won’t leave the living room.
There is not enough time in the world.
Bedroom painted, wall plates picked out (to cover up my hideous job of wielding a Roto-Zip). We’ll do the wall and ceiling touchup and re-cut the ceiling/wall joint tomorrow. Then all that’s left is molding, which will be done after the floor is refinished.
And at last I can finally call one room DONE!
There haven’t been many updates because I’m too beat to do them.
I’ll have pictures when the whole project’s done. It’s gonna be a while yet. I’ve got before, during, and after shots. It doesn’t look like the same place it did 60 days ago. Hell, it doesn’t look like the same place it did 10 days ago.
I will say this - I feel significantly better about things now that walls are starting to get primed. My father was right. He usually is.
By Sunday, we should have two rooms painted and ready for finish molding. Maybe three. The floors in the kitchen and dining room start going in on Sunday.
Then I can start moving stuff in.
Only 4 weeks behind schedule.
The best laid plans of mice and men gang oft agley.
Move by 11/20? NOT!
12/3? NOT NOT!
So, come December 3, I’ll be commuting to work. To my own house.
What an incredible pain in the ass that’s going to be.
Rented a steamer to remove wallpaper. That takes some effort, let me tell you. Ken did a fair amount of the holding the steamer while I did the scraping. That was for one wall. It’s actually easier for one person to do the whole job, as he found out.
While he used up the last of the first tankful on the steamer, I started rippingup nail-strips and staples from the dining room floor. It’s become apparent that I’m not gonna have everything done in time for the 20th. So, I’m going to get the dining room, kitchen and the back bedroom done, painted, floored, and finished. At least I’ll be able to live in it with that. Anything else that gets done in time for relocation is gravy. I’ll just run the business from the dining room for now. At least I’ll be functional. And I won’t have to drive to the house after work to do anything to it, I’ll already be there.
Oh, the pain? I think I wrenched my back helping Ken change out the brakes on his Jeep. Such is life.
Especially when you are trying to remove two layers of it.
Apparently I didn’t perforate it enough in the front room, since it’s not separating at all. And in the back room, 2 coats of enzyme weren’t enough to separate it completely. And that’s only to take one layer off.
I think I’m just going to rent the steamer and hope for the best.