Some days the best plans fall apart. My son had to delay his vacation to cover at work which left me looking for a new way to travel. Enter the Greyhound bus. All their buses are equipped with lifts for the disabled and at $25 it would be less expensive tan gas in a car. Can’t possibly be that easy. Nope, not simple at all. My bus was supposed to pick me up at 9:20 am. Now I’m not a morning person but I was there an hour early as requested. The bus driver forgot to stop at my town. With the bus ten minutes late I had a bad feeling and called the toll free number., 40 minutes later I still had no information but the local number for my destination. Calling the “local” number I ended up speaking to persons,in Guatemala, so much for local. It took another hour to get my ticket approved for later in the afternoon. Between my son having to work Monday morning and my arriving much later than anticipated our schedule was thoroughly out of whack Painting on the new house didn’t begin until 8 pm and the room that was supposed to be completed Monday took a couple of days as the walls were covered in paneling that needed to be done with a brush. Three gallons of paint later it looked much better.
Day 2 started with the little one choosing to have breakfast with me when she saw I had apples. She’s a vegetarian having refused to eat any meat so far in her young life.
Everyone got to work and while I worked on the second coat of paint in the family room on that paneling, work progressed in the dining room, bathroom and kitchen. By Wednesday, we too a break and visited Construction Junction. This is a place I could enjoy visiting often. I could live in here.
my daughter-in-law and I found metal tiles. At .50 for 4″ and $1 for 12″ squares we did some dreaming. I spotted this table, the complete set with 2 chairs was only $15, or you could buy them separately for $5 each. There was much more to see. Marble slabs for $35, ceiling fans and replacement blades, light fixtures, etc but my son wanted to leave. Afterwards I got to work on the cabinet doors from the family room. Yes, more of that paneling covered each one. The doors had been painted along with the hardware.
My hands feel the hours of effort it too to scrape away enough paint to get the screws out of the handles and hinges. I packed several tools I thought we might need, knowing my son would forget to bring his tools on the first trip and I was right, but I didn’t bring tools that could clean the hardware. I got to work with a flat head screwdriver and my fingernails
, 154 screws later I was wishing I had sent my son out to buy new screws. While I was doing this the master bedroom was painted and touchups were completed in the other rooms. One room left to paint, then the furniture can be moved in.
And here is a store on main street that will have to wait for my next visit to explore. It’s called the Farm Table, everything available is made from reclaimed items.