So yesterday morning started out as a pretty good day. Pretty low on the pain scale (about a 5), I’d slept well and getting out of bed was easy peasy. For me that is. The weather was nice, lowish humidity and the temperature juuust right. The sun was shining and it didn’t hurt my eyes. After about two weeks with only shitty days this was brilliant.
Here’s what I did with my great day:
Changed my sheets
Had to go back to bed and lie very still
My mom asked why I hadn’t just gone outside for a bit with my good day, and I felt like an idiot. After eight years you think I’d learn wouldn’t you? Oh well, at least my apartment is dust free and my bed is clean… Which is nice since I’m staying in it today.
I’m exhausted. I’m really exhausted. Right now I’m waiting for the first of four contractors to come and view my apartment so that I can get some quotes, but I just want to pick one at random and be done with it.
The thing is, this last week has been incredibly productive. I always knew that if a healthy person tried to do what needed to be done that it would be done in a few days. My mother just proved that by packing all my stuff up and taking away things for charity and recycling in just a few days. I’m supposed to do the “paper work”: getting a contractor, organising demolition and getting rid of the large pieces like my old couch and the dishwasher.
It’s all done. Someone is coming to get the dishwasher today, and someone else the couch tomorrow. The demolition is scheduled for tomorrow morning, and as I said four contractors are coming today and tomorrow. But it really is a bit to much for me. I keep telling myself that it’s just one more day, and then I have a few days off. Can it be thursday already?
Oh so many rounds on what my new floors should be. Do I get vinyl strips like I’ve put down in the hallway and the bedroom? The floor I bought seven years ago is no longer in production, and getting something that matches brings the price up to something I can’t quite justify for vinyl.
When I moved in the previous owners had put in different floors in all (4) rooms of my tiny apartment. Mostly they had used really cheap tiles and put them directly on top of the 80’s vinyl floor. I understand why they wanted to cover up the light brown/beige floors that was supposed to look like cork, but can’t for the life of me understand why they chose to use cheap terracotta tiles and do a really bad job of putting them down evenly. The only way to clean something like that is to get down on your knees and scrub with a brush. So not happening.
Not only did they put in tiles in the hallway, living room and kitchen but all three rooms have different tiles. It looked frightful. It’s also really cold in winter, as in freezing. Tile floors without underfloor heating is just not practical in Scandinavian winters. I wish I had taken a picture of the tiles in the hallway, they were a pinkish beige colour that I have never seen before or since.
Although laminate flooring has come on in leaps and bounds over the last decade, I still don’t like it. I’ve been living with my hard icy cold tiles all these years, and get the same feeling every time I walk on a laminate floor no matter how good it looks. There are cheapish versions of parquet floors – particularly oak – but the colour is all wrong for me, it’s too red and the floor just looks dead and lifeless. The really good oak floors, the ones I would love to have costs a minor fortune and is only happening if I win the lottery.
So what’s left you say? Pine floors:
I might have repressed their existence. We had pine floors in my childhood home, but we had to sell the house after my dad died and sometimes I miss the place so much I get weepy. That place is still home for me, although there have been three families living there after we left. Our dogs wore grooves in the floor getting to the garden door, it is a soft wood but I don’t mind a floor that has marks from the inhabitants.
So anyway. I’ll try to go for a bit of a whitewashed pine floor, I think – I might change my mind again tomorrow.