Now that she has tasted the glory of uninhibited freedom (read: going someplace where I can't reach her), Olivia can't wait to go back for more. From 10:30 - 11 PM last night she was pawing, scratching, and meowing at the latched bathroom door, trying to dig her way in so she could--one assumes--disappear back into the play area under the house.
"Not a chance," I informed the small furry creature at my feet and then stuffed pillows under the crack in the door so she wouldn't have anything to dig at. I've also stuffed towels in the bathroom shower holes, just in case she manages to get in there, but I'm still nervous. Regardless of her lack of opposable thumbs, I can still picture her moving the towels (nudging? pushing?) and disappearing back into the cold, dark netherworld that is our crawlspace.
On the bright side, I met with a new character in the Decorating Diaries yesterday, "Heated Floor Man," and just love him. Very nice, professional, seems to know his stuff. When he started describing how the floor may heat to 90 degrees but the heat rising will create a body temperature heat of about 72 degrees that will rise to the center of the room, I almost started crying. It's Mecca! Our bathroom is usually--and I am not exaggerating this one bit--usually at least 10 degrees colder than the rest of the house. At least. I think in part it's because our crawlspace is almost non-existent under there, and the heating tube is literally squished under the floor, not allowing full heat to get to the vent. Add in to that an old house and drafts, and there's your 10 degree difference. So the thought of walking onto a warm floor in a warm bathroom is enough to make me giddy.
The only question is whether there is enough room in the crawlspace for someone to get in there and run the wires we need. I'm keeping my fingers crossed for that one.
In other decorating news, we finally installed a lamppost outside so we will no longer have to feel our way up the steps to our home. And we had new gutters installed yesterday. We go in phases like this where we do nothing for years, and then it's like a day can't go by without at least 3 contractors at my door.
And we're still not done scraping the bathroom walls. That may or may not have something to do with the fact that we've completely ignored them for two weeks, apparently hoping the glue remnants would freeze and fall off on their own. Doesn't seem to be happening, so guess what special treat I've got planned for us this weekend? That's right, glue scraping fiesta 2005. My motto is, everything is more fun wearing a sombrero. Ole to you and yours.