Granite

Cats enjoying the sun streaming through windows these days.

Buddy-taping the index finger, committed. As when I cracked the bone so many years ago. Pushed both two fingers into one glove to scrub or prep, when I had to remove the tape. For six, looooooooooooooong weeks. At least now, I'm not scrubbing so much, and I have access to coban. A self adherent wrap, one of our packs has it, but it's not used, so I scavenge the unsterile stuff. Soft tissue injuries can linger.

And so it begins. We finally got rid of that 'bar', counter, whathaveyou in the kitchen. Never liked it, right from the first Open House, but removing it seemed just too much to do unless we had a purpose. I found it useful, especially when my back still ached so badly. It's gotten better over the years, and I no longer need to sit so high.

The idea of using that bit of 'granite'for the bathroom sink cabinet has waned considerably. I'm thinking just the cutting board surface, stained with thick sealing material, drilled for the sink drain and faucet, will be sufficient. D, after moving the 'granite' counter material in the 'bar' is tending to agree. That crap is Heavy.



And we ate dinner in the kitchen on our old table. Good thing we kept the salvaged glass table, works for the lamp and speakers.




There will be Painting to come. Patched the wall, will need to do more. Feeling very good about all this. Took good care of my finger, promise.