Today was a bit of a bust in comparison to yesterday. We did a supply run this morning to get more thin set and various other supplies. I say this morning, in fact it was more like 1:00 before we got home.
I made a few calls, and checked a few more things off the shopping list. The Yolo paint from Bettencourt should be delivered tomorrow. Later in the afternoon Michael spent some time laying out tile in the bathroom. A few more tile cuts than I want to make, but my man did a pretty damn good job of calculating how the materials would lay out before we constructed.
We ended the day by going around the corner with my friend Molly for a few beers. There's a topic that comes up from time to time that I need to address. It seems many of my loyal readers are also linguists and/or English majors with prestigious educations; purists, if you will. Believe it or not, my propensity to ramble a run-on is not entirely unrecognized. I used to credit it to "style", but recently I've been making an effort to clean up the grammatics.
Let me know if you notice. ;-)
RE: "I say this morning, in fact it was more like..."
It has been delightful reading your now daily posts. Please continue in like fashion. Your capacity to grow and learn, even within the space of three short paragraphs, is comforting. As evidence, I direct your gaze to the above post's penultimate sentence, in which you bite the bullet and employ comma/space/transitional with perfect grace. This sort of "but" bares itself not in the service of sexiness but as the faithful first mate of clarity.
Yesterday's happy hour was charming. See you at 9:30.
Molly
P.S. Though I have opened my own glass house for viewing, I will not apologize for alliteration. On all other points of style, sling away.
Posted by: Molly | 2007.06.14 at 05:23