easy bein’ green
The exterior paint job is nearing completion. The last of the major painting is done, all that remains is trim. The sign folks even painted the pole on the Santana’s (God rest its soul) sign. Here are some lovely photos.
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hole-y moley, part III
I’m sorry, this is the what, exactly? I still have no idea what this thing is.
when is a door not a door?
When it’s ajar. I don’t write them; I just tell them. There are doors aplenty at the new Feast. They’ve been painting them up and hanging them all over the place. Here are a few.
hole-y moley, part II
I couldn’t even fit all the new digging into one post. If there’s no post tomorrow, I probably fell into one of these. The stress is so that I may even choose to just hide in one. The bathroom tile order came in short, and the flooring for the dining room needs to acclimate in […]
hole-y moley
Who knew that this late in the game, there’d be new holes everywhere? I thought all the digging happened at the beginning and once the floors were poured, we’d move upward. Not so. We’re headed underground. There are sinks in the holes in the kitchen, the gas line’s in the trench out front, and forms […]
sink holes
Our sink holes have been filled with sinks now, and floor prep starts today for the kitchen tile. Thankfully, they’re sink holes and not sinkholes. My personal fave: the one that goes in front of the tilt skillet. I’ll show you that once we move it over, but the floor sink for it is here. […]
the bar takes shape
I know it’s only a cabinet, but isn’t it one heck of a cabinet?
rhapsody in blue
I don’t know whether I’m more surprised when people I’ve never met before ask me how the building is going, or when people say to me, “I know more or less where you’re moving, but I just can’t seem to find it.” Problem solved. The blue paint went on today, and while I was nervous […]
when is a garbage can a dustbin?
No, that’s not a lawnmower. I’m sure it has a name, but to me it will always be a flattener. You’re looking at the area where the trash and recycling bins will go, and if you look at these two photos, you’ll agree that we stand a significant chance of having possibly the flattest trash […]
wet paint, dry humor
Neither one was facing me when I took this photo, but when I asked if they were smiling, I was fixed with a glare. “I’m smiling inside,” said the guy on the right. I have a feeling the only way he smiles is inside, but I don’t know him that well yet.