Humidity

We are watching this so closely.  The paint David is using cannot be used when the humidity is more than 80%.  The A/C helps bring it down a bit, and it's hot enough that we seem to need it on most of the itme, these days.  I've mentioned the paint problems, and the computer problems (still not resolved). Well, yesterday, the innards of the toilet upstairs gave up the ghost.  So, even while desperately trying to get the kitchen painted, poor David has had to stop for computers and now toilets.  He got it fixed in short order, once we bought the parts, thank Goodness.  All of this has left us much poorer, (and more to come with the computer).  Amazing how the Fates know when we have little money put aside, but David doesn't want to use any of it, so we're living out of the freezer for the rest of the month.

We're about half way through.  He's still working on the cupboards, and has run out of very expensive primer, so is reduced to sanding the heck out of the doors.  Yesterday we finally took a look at the back foyer.  When we took down the coat rack off the wall, the wall itself was damaged beyond what could be quickly fixed with the supplies he has on hand, so had to head out to buy more patching compound.  He's pretty well decided that the green in the foyer has to be re-painted as well as the white.  I've been thinking about making blue an accent colour instead of the orange/brown that's been there for 12 years, and this may be the chance to do it.  Since we also have to replace the wall paper, I could work blue into that area as well. Just a thought at this point, but could well become reality.

One day this week, there was a little tag associated with the newspaper. We were instructed to prepare a donation bag for the food bank and leave it on the front steps, yesterday, with the tag attached,and someone would come along to collect it. There was even a list of some of the things they need.  Well, we had a single box of packaged rice, that David can't eat because of his allergies, and a small box of brown rice that he won't eat. Hardly worth putting out.  Then I thought, he hasn't baked bread in almost a year, and he had quite a stockpile of flour in the basement.  So we added 10 kg of whole wheat flour to the pile and didn't feel nearly as cheap putting it out.  And it disappeared exactly as they said it would. We wondered out loud about who picked it up.  It was supposed to be people from one of the churches, but it could have been anybody.