(Wow. Photos of...a floor. A new high point for this blog.)
They are very pretty and shiny, though. They shall surely be covered in muddy paw prints and stepped-on crayon nubs in no time, but for now I am very much enjoying this fleeting moment of sparkling newness.
The banging overhead is at a fever pitch today, as the rooms directly above my office are getting installed. Then it's the stairs and thresholds tomorrow, and then we can officially move everything back and get our Christmas trees and lament our lack of area rugs. Also, the new floors are really revving up my already-existing desire to paint over all the beige walls, which, knowing me and my inability to choose paint colors, means you can expect those photos sometime around 2027.
Last night was Ezra's first violin recital at school, which featured 94 third graders plucking at strings to produce something that seemed somewhat reminiscent of music, but only if you squinted really hard. Also a lot of kids swinging their violins around like swords.
Not Ezra though, he took it all VERY seriously and spent the pre-recital lineup/setup time quietly practicing, and then bowed with a big flourish to both sides of the audience at the end of every song. I certainly don't think we have any sort of natural-born violin prodigy on our hands here, but the kid definitely has flair.
Anyway, I have to leave the house today, so I should probably shower (it's been...a few days) and try to cobble together something to wear from all clothing piles scattered all over the house. (The floors in my bedroom closet were done first, so there's absolutely no excuse for why I'm still living with my underwear drawer in the basement and all my pants in the bathtub.) Then again, the cats have spent the entire week living in a nest they made behind the washing machine, so we're all getting by in our own weird ways.
I actually started an anti-depressant this morning, which is one of the most anti-climatic things ever, since there was so much back-and-forth on the decision and lead-up to the appointment....and then nothing really happens right away. Other than a lot of nausea, which is the most common side effect for this particular med., yay. But I suppose it's a nice distraction from all the existential dread floating in an otherwise bottomless void of nothingness?
(Hey, look at me, finding the bright side of a thing!)