Preparing for the reno-apocalypse.
Despite my careful study of how my betters live, yesterday, no servants joined the household overnight. Maybe next year.
However, I did commit to improving my own environment. No sense worrying about “the grounds” until that cover of snow disappears. Instead, the bathroom will undergo a change of sorts, tomorrow. Out with the old silicone and in with the new. Went to the big box store this evening and made the purchase, including one of those mechanical caulking guns that seemed so cool when I still played war with the neighbours. A “burp gun”, except that the putty ammo wasn’t appreciated by friends or laundry experts.
Oddly, it took four different employees to actually find the tool; I’m not sure any of them had ever actually used one. Youth aren’t prepared for the coming reno-apocalypse. Tomorrow, with a diminished household, I’ll break out the rubber gloves and nose clips and get busy. Shouldn’t require any more than a morning of effort, and according to the (microprinted) label, showers can resume within three hours. Progress in the sealant industry.
Watched the American knockoff of our beloved Dragons’ Den; Shark Tank. Some of the same faces, but a different mentality. This show is cruel; all about the money and the profit. Down and dirty stuff. Outbidding each other. For a bunch of Canadians, they can play just as dirty as anyone else.
Not sure what I should do. Perhaps we do need a road trip, next week. Just to give us practice in winter travel. We’ll watch the probs.
