I had decided that this was going to be the weekend that I tore out the nasty old carpeting in my office and replace it with tile. I wasn't even going to try to do the laminate flooring thing like I did in the living room. It was just going to be a simple rip out and self adhesive tile job.
No big deal.
Started packing up my junk and hauling it into the spare bedroom. Unloading the book shelf and carrying in the piles of books, gathering up all of the tools in one place, packing up piles of comic books and loose papers I had scattered all over the joint.
That alone took quite a few trips.
Obviously I saved my desk and computer for last. I had no intention of being without internet access for an extended time. I saved it and the small desk and the adirondack chair. The small desk became a work bench and staging area. And the chair is where the wife sits when she comes in to visit and remember who this strange man in the other room is.
I don't get out much, you see.
I thought to myself "Before I go ahead and break everything down and tear out the carpet, I'll go pick up the tile I need. That way I can just do it all at once and be done with it."
Well, that didn't work too well, as you can see.
I had some pretty specific ideas about what I wanted in the way of tile and apparently that's not readily available around here. I figured that basic colors, like red and black and white, would be regular stock. Okay, maybe not the red so much, but just plain black? And just plain white?
Come on! What's the deal here?
So I changed my plans and figured out a way to do what I wanted with a nice neutral gray. That would have worked, except they didn't have enough of that. I would have been one box short and would have had to wait until their next shipment came in next week.
What do you want to bet that if I had started with the gray and waited to finish it the company would have discontinued that color or changed the formula by the time the next shipment came in? Five will get you twenty.
So now I'm back to square one. Got a tore up office. Can't find any of my stuff. Aint got no freaking tile, neither!
There's a flooring place up the road that isn't open on weekends. I'm gonna try there when I can. There's an outside chance I can run with my original plan.
If not, I'll back up and think of something else.
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