Tuesday, July 24, 2007

This an' That

This was a crazy day. Not super-busy, but a steady stream of endless chores got ticked off the 'to-do' list. At the end of the day, I get to feel smug and accomplished. Tomorrow will likely kick my bum as punishment for the aforementioned smugness, but painting will happen at any rate (okay, at a fairly slow rate) and with carpet coming on the 31st, I just need to keep the train moving. Forward. Miss Melly is coming as her alter-ego, "Morning Melly", to help with the painstaking process of gussying the shop up. She's a sort of 'store mid-wife', and I'm not the first person to be on the receiving end of boatloads of Morning Melly. We are to have our breakies on the tile counter top, which we are then covering up completely, as evidently Annalea has a few horror stories up her sleeve to chat about later...



Oh, I almost forgot the best part about today (insert drumroll here)... I evaded bureaucracy today. See, Franklin is one of those tiny collage towns, where everybody seemingly knows every one else. They are also very much into the 'ruling' of things. Which is where I was running aground in my plot to take over the craftiness of middle-Indiana. It seems that, in this little hamlet, if you require a dumpster for construction debris, you should ask for permission to park said dumpster in front of your business a good two months before you need it. Failure by you or your contractor to do so could result in fines, legal action, or strangulation by red-tape. Before you get all confused about the situ, note that I called the mayor's office (she was out at her real job) and was told by a lackey that no, it was not okay to park the roll-off dumpster on the side street overnight... on a weekend. This is what infuriated me. If you can find a moving, living thing downtown on a Saturday night, I'll give you free yarn. The town is dead. It also seemed that permission to park said dumpster would be granted, if I were to attend a town meeting. Held on or around the 26th of each month. But I was too late to get on this meeting's agenda, so I'd need to wait until the end of August.



When I could breathe again, I rallied Lurker Christie to the task, and she furnished me with names and numbers of those individuals in the hamlet of Franklin who have big trucks, some or most of their own teeth, and a desire to be paid in cash. The construction debris problem is solved. Dude is coming by the shop tomorrow morning to see (and I loved this part) which size truck he'll need to bring. Which size truck... meaning the guy's got more than one. I nearly passed out from the dose of capitalism. Intoxicating stuff, that. When one door closes, a 'handy-hauler' out of the want-ads will appear. I'm going to bed now. Monks is done to the gusset decreases. Will try to take a better photo of him tomorrow, along with a paint-spattered Melly. How do I know she'll be paint-spattered? Because I'm evil and churlish. *wink* Cami

4 comments:

Stephanie said...

I totally covered my friends in paint when they came over to help out. It was totally childish and immature...and totally me. I slapped my friends butt squarely with a paint brush and then rain off laughing like a little kid..... Gotta love that!!

melly~ said...

I beg your pardon. I am relatively paint-free. Ok, so upon closer examination, there is plenty of the white stuff to be found and in strange places too! How -did- I get paint on my belly?! ;)
Thanks for the fun morning, Cami. And the sausage biskie.
Latah knittah...

Skrappingirl said...

I cannot wait to see pictures of your paint splattered selves! Everyone should have a Melly in their life. Make sure she has had her coffee! ~Susan

Annalea said...

Don't'cha just love capitalism? Now, if only we could figure out ways to get MORE government services into the hot little competitive hands of several capitalists per service . . .

I can't wait to see the shop!

Have a great day painting . . .