If you really want to hear about my house-obsessed life

We spent a few hours over at the old place today, tightening loose things and cleaning dirty things and meeting with a plasterer / painter contractor duo. As I picked and chipped away at loose grout in the bathroom tiles, I couldn't figure out whether to feel bad about it. I'm either fixing up the tub, in the same way I would do for myself, or else I'm creating a fiction that the bathroom has been lovely for always, and never had grotty black stuff appearing in the cracks. But I'm being weird, right? Everyone who's of an age to buy or rent the place knows that bathrooms need maintenance.

Anyway, at this place we got a new recycle bin, and shored up a set of cabinets that wasn't attached properly, and did laundry and hung up a bunch of coat hooks like these:



Also dug out the voltmeter and discovered that the totally unused, blocked-off light box in the hallway in front of the laundry has full voltage! Woo. Ordered a fixture for it.

And now I'm too tired to take that shower I kept meaning to take. Uh. Oh well.