I know we’re over budget everywhere, but I’m hoping that this lone bike rack isn’t enough. We have two more at Current Feast that I’m hoping to bring over if I can find a spot for them. Plus there’s Bob, Builder of Bike Racks, who I’ll try and set something up with eventually, but in […]
There’s this guy I’ve known for maybe eleven years. His name is Noel Patterson, and when I knew him at first, we’d been thrown together into a dysfunctional restaurant that circled the proverbial drain for over a year before it finally did itself and us a favor and had its doors nailed shut. I was […]
In a dream world, the fence around our patio would be waist-high, or at most, five feet. You know, the kind of fence over which you see your neighbor, and you lean over and chat about lawnmowers or the paperboy or some other aspect of the idyllic suburban life of a bygone era.
The painters are back. Again. It appears to me that the building will have been painted in its entirety a total of three times, as it keeps getting scuffed, scraped and dusted with graffiti. The flashing looks good, though.
As you participate in the construction process, you begin to understand how many things you can’t accomplish until you’ve accomplished something else first. It’s really exciting to see the stuff happen that can happen concurrently. Some days last month were positively a beehive of activity. Now that most things are done, you being to discover […]
We’re only part way through, here- neither is it cleaned, nor is it grouted, but it does look pretty sharp. Here’s an aloe-y mosaic around the top of the tile wainscoting in the loo. This one brought to you by Robin Riley. Next week’s bathroom mosaic will be brought to you by Kathy Spain.
I worry that I fall into these traps: the obsession with the many holes of Feast, for example, or the whole Paul Revere lantern thing. I fear this is getting pretty boring, but I can’t help myself. How can you look at our new lanterns and not think about the midnight ride of Paul Revere? […]
Yesterday I scattered sinks around Feast like a sink elf. Or a sink gnome. Or like the Johnny Appleseed of plumbing. Today I arrived to discover them mounted to the wall wherever I left them, as if a sink gnome had come and installed them. Or an elf. You get the picture.
Maybe the refrigeration guy can’t see the new curbs, but it looks like the new wine room ought to maintain a comfy 57 to 60 degrees, just like that cellar in France that your bottle of wine came from. Here’s the unit that makes it all happen.
The concrete’s coming so fast and furiously that a couple of extruded curbs hardly seems worth noting. In fact, today, the guy installing the refrigeration unit in the new wine room managed not to note the new curbs at all. The good news: he was not stuck; the bad: I think his employer might be […]