Chicken Wire

Our house is now covered in a black sort of barrier paper and CHICKEN WIRE! I guess the chicken wire is there to either keep the birds in or to act as a surface that will hold the stucco. Stucco is just a fancy name for cement. There are styrofoam molds that are screwed to the front of the house. It is strange that such a soft, easily damaged material forms the fancy shapes around the windows and doors.

The interior ceilings have been sprayed with a texture of some sort and, finally, somebody swept up all the trash and grunge inside. The house didn't seem really dirty until the drywall went in, but now everything is covered in a film of chalky, yuckiness mixed with dirt. Brad's bathtub is gross! I know that it will all be cleaned up, but I resist the urge to pick up every time we go out.

All of our interior doors and baseboards are stacked in the garage. Cabinets can't be far from now, and then we should close in about 45 days. I'm still aiming for March 15th so that we can move during Spring Break. Brad disagrees, of course. He wants to sleep in the new house the day we close.

We got some good news about schools. It seems pretty certain that we can keep Olivia at her current elementary school even after we move. She's been there since Kindergarten so we want to let her finish 5th grade. And, Mitchell and Charlie will be getting off the same bus every afternoon at the front of our new neighborhood. That's good and bad. Good because they can come home and deal with the alarm together, and bad because they'll be, well, together.

Last, I have a funny story. I was reading a sentence today in class about the icy deck of a ship being slippery and dangerous, except that I mispronounced deck so that it rhymes with stick. Suddenly, even the kids who had totally tuned me out were paying attention. Luckily, nobody suggested that it was a Fruedian slip.