I can see you

Got a drill bit, and now I've got a peephole. Not a reverse peephole, though. So, I won't be able to tell if ninjas are waiting for me inside. But, I will be able to tell if holy rollers (did we only call them that in PA?), UPS men/women (though I've never seen a female UPS delivery person), Ryans, or wayward knitters are lurking outside my door. Of course, I could just use the intercom, but it's more fun to try out new house toys. Hurray!

I tried to go meet with a kitchen designer at the not-so-great indoors, but when I called, they failed to tell me the designers go home at 6, even though the store is open til 9. Losers!

Oh, and my pocket door kit has arrived. Wall destruction, here I come.

One door going up!

Hooray! My front door arrived. I zip-car-ed my way to the big box store to pick up my new front door. The old one's glass met with a rock it didn't like, and so, a new door was in order. So...it has a smaller glass area, which I wasn't completely thrilled with, but in the spirit of cost-savings, and the likelihood of rocks, or other stray objects making their way toward the door....I went with it. One small problem. The peephole I bought doesn't fit in the peephole-hole they drilled in the door. Grrrr. Peepholes are not universal sizes. Who knew!? So, now I need a new drill bit.

The other setback is that I want to paint the door, but it's still too cold to do that outside (supposed to stay above 60 for like a week or something), and I'm sick of paint fumes inside. So, I'll be painting it later this spring.

Note - I said later this spring. With the weather this past week, I am officially calling it spring. Even, if it's only supposed to be 35 on Wednesday. Hey - if there can be a 60 degree day in June, there can be a 35 degree day in Spring. Besides, spring is my favorite season, so I'm a little anxious for it. Planting, freshly sprouted buds, the smell of turned over dirt....I love it!

We also borrowed a super all oak bookcase from Ryan. I actually wanted to build custom shelves for this nook in the living room, but since I don't know how long we'll be in this place....well, you know. The shelves fit pretty well, though, and now my books can escape from the cardboard boxes they've been calling home for the last year and a half.

So...a pretty shnazzy weekend if I do say so myself!