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<title><![CDATA[5/10: STUDIOS]]></title>
<link>http://losangelesartresource.wordpress.com/2013/05/10/510-studios/</link>
<pubDate>Fri, 10 May 2013 18:02:52 +0000</pubDate>
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<description><![CDATA[ Private Studio Space in Jefferson Park Artists with Studio for Share in Downtown Artist Looking for]]></description>
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<pubDate>Fri, 03 May 2013 15:00:48 +0000</pubDate>
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<title><![CDATA[4/19: STUDIOS]]></title>
<link>http://losangelesartresource.wordpress.com/2013/04/19/419-studios/</link>
<pubDate>Fri, 19 Apr 2013 17:47:59 +0000</pubDate>
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<description><![CDATA[Industrial Arts Compound, First Floor Industrial Arts Compound, Second Floor Industrial Arts Compoun]]></description>
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<title><![CDATA[Demand and Supply (Lines)]]></title>
<link>http://maibewerecrazy.wordpress.com/2013/02/20/demand-and-supply-lines/</link>
<pubDate>Wed, 20 Feb 2013 15:53:16 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>kamai926</dc:creator>
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<description><![CDATA[Once the demolition of a room is complete, you have to start thinking about building it back up.  Mo]]></description>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Once the demolition of a room is complete, you have to start thinking about building it back up.  More often than not, you would want to start from the ground up.  For us, that means focusing on the floor.  In previous projects, lifting up the tile was only the first step in a long process of floor preparation.  You may remember the trouble we had with removing the cement boards in the <a title="Cement Board Misery" href="http://maibewerecrazy.wordpress.com/2011/11/20/cement-board-misery/">kitchen </a>and <a title="Another Year, Another Project" href="http://maibewerecrazy.wordpress.com/2012/10/14/another-year-another-project/">first floor bathroom</a>.  Once the tile was up this time, there was good news &#8211; no cement boards!  There was also bad news &#8211; no cement boards!  It was good that there were no cement boards because we would not have to go through the hard work and misery of lifting up the cement boards for a third time <em>but</em> since they did not use cement boards under the tile, some of the subfloor was in pretty bad shape.</p>
<p>Cement board is used to help sturdy the subfloor and also act as a barrier between the tile and subfloor.  Luckily, the previous owners did not put the tile directly on the subfloor for the majority of the room they put the tile on plywood that was laid over the subfloor.  The plywood did not protect the subfloor in the same way cement board would have since it is also made of wood. The plywood rotted in areas where there was mold and water damage and therefore, the subfloor also rotted and molded underneath the plywood. The plywood was placed over the subfloor and stapled down (using about a million staples). We were able to get up the plywood with relative ease but had to spend just as much time pulling staples out of the subfloor.  The areas of the subfloor were rotted needed to go  as well.  Jim located where the floor jousts were and then started to cut out the subfloor.  Luckily, the area that was rotted was the area around the drains (think there might be a correlation there?). Since we will be moving the location of the shower and toilet ever so slightly, the removal of the subfloor enables us to manipulate the pipes easier.   We thought we would have gotten that section of the subfloor removed in one night, but the blades on the saw broke twice.  We were close enough that Jim planned to run to Home Depot the next day so that we could finish the floors.</p>
<div id="attachment_1031" class="wp-caption aligncenter" style="width: 235px"><a href="http://maibewerecrazy.files.wordpress.com/2013/02/img_0767.jpg"><img class="size-medium wp-image-1031" alt="Good shot of the plywood lying over the subfloor" src="http://maibewerecrazy.files.wordpress.com/2013/02/img_0767.jpg?w=225&#038;h=300" width="225" height="300" /></a><p class="wp-caption-text">Good shot of the plywood lying over the subfloor</p></div>
<div id="attachment_1049" class="wp-caption aligncenter" style="width: 235px"><a href="http://maibewerecrazy.files.wordpress.com/2013/02/img_0772.jpg"><img class="size-medium wp-image-1049" alt="Floor without the plywood - nice view of the damage" src="http://maibewerecrazy.files.wordpress.com/2013/02/img_0772.jpg?w=225&#038;h=300" width="225" height="300" /></a><p class="wp-caption-text">Floor without the plywood &#8211; nice view of the damage</p></div>
<div id="attachment_1050" class="wp-caption aligncenter" style="width: 310px"><a href="http://maibewerecrazy.files.wordpress.com/2013/02/img_0773.jpg"><img class="size-medium wp-image-1050" alt="Close-up of some of the damage" src="http://maibewerecrazy.files.wordpress.com/2013/02/img_0773.jpg?w=300&#038;h=225" width="300" height="225" /></a><p class="wp-caption-text">Close-up of some of the damage</p></div>
<p>We took a little bit of a break from working on the bathroom on Friday and Saturday (Feb 8th and 9th), so Sunday, the 10th, ended up being a big day.  You know it is bad when Jim states that he wants to get, &#8220;two days worth of work into one day.&#8221; Neither of us knew what was in store for us either.  With the new blades,  Jim finished cutting out the floor. It was a little bit more difficult than we expected it to be to get up, but after a lot of work with the crowbar, we had the subfloor removed.  Next, we needed to focus on the toilet and shower waste pipes.</p>
<div id="attachment_1053" class="wp-caption aligncenter" style="width: 235px"><a href="http://maibewerecrazy.files.wordpress.com/2013/02/img_0784.jpg"><img class="size-medium wp-image-1053" alt="Subfloor gone!" src="http://maibewerecrazy.files.wordpress.com/2013/02/img_0784.jpg?w=225&#038;h=300" width="225" height="300" /></a><p class="wp-caption-text">Subfloor gone!</p></div>
<div id="attachment_1051" class="wp-caption aligncenter" style="width: 310px"><a href="http://maibewerecrazy.files.wordpress.com/2013/02/img_0774.jpg"><img class="size-medium wp-image-1051" alt="Subfloor gone! Jim working on the waste pipes." src="http://maibewerecrazy.files.wordpress.com/2013/02/img_0774.jpg?w=300&#038;h=225" width="300" height="225" /></a><p class="wp-caption-text">Jim working on the waste pipes.</p></div>
<p>Since the day we moved into the house, our shower drain has released a smell.  I have a sensitive nose, so it bothered me more than it bothered Jim. It was worse in the summer and worse when we went away for a few days (when no one had been using the drain). I could see water stuck in the drain and I figured that was the cause.  Once we demolition the bathroom, the smell was still there.  I pointed to the water in the drain, but Jim informed me that all drains have a &#8220;U-bend&#8221; that causes some water to get trapped there. It is a way to seal the drain pipe in order to prevent noxious fumes from escaping the pipe.  He did agree there may be more water than there should be though and something in the pipe must be causing the smell.  Since we planned on moving the shower drain pipe and the toilet waste pipe, we first decide the toilet portion.  All of the waste pipes in the bathroom are connected, so when we removed the toilet waste pipe, we saw the &#8220;gunk&#8221; that was in the shower drain pipe.  It was so disgusting that I started to gag a little bit.  There clearly was back-up in the pipe that had been causing the smell all along.  As we were disassembling the pipes, the smell got to a new level of disgusting-ness.  Since all the pipes are connected, we figured that they must all be affected by this smell and gunk.  We also discovered, albeit accidentally, that when the hallway bathroom toilet was used, water (and whatever may be in that water) was being washed into the master bathroom waste pipes.  This must have been contributing to the gunk and smell as well.  Are you sufficiently grossed out yet?  Good &#8211; join the club.</p>
<div id="attachment_1052" class="wp-caption aligncenter" style="width: 235px"><a href="http://maibewerecrazy.files.wordpress.com/2013/02/img_0776.jpg"><img class="size-medium wp-image-1052" alt="Waste pipe removed. Gross." src="http://maibewerecrazy.files.wordpress.com/2013/02/img_0776.jpg?w=225&#038;h=300" width="225" height="300" /></a><p class="wp-caption-text">Waste pipe removed. Gross.</p></div>
<p>With all this filthiness, we decided to just get rid of all the drain and waste pipes.  We had already planned on altering them somewhat, so we might as well start from scratch with clean and nice smelling pipes.  Jim would need to cut the pipes off at different points.  I stepped in the other room and shut the down while Jim got to work. I heard Jim and the saw get to work while I waited patiently for the smell-ridden pipes to be removed.  All of a sudden, I hear an unusual sound. Is that&#8230;water? &#8220;KERRY, GO TURN OFF THE WATER! GO TURN OFF THE WATER!&#8221;  I ran to the basement as quickly as I could to turn off the water.  Water was dripping down the waste pipe in the basement. Oh no.  When I got back upstairs, Jim and the bathroom were covered with water.  While cutting out one of the waste pipes, Jim nicked the hot water supply line.  When I say nicked, I really mean that. The cut was very small, but the amount of water released was very large.  We started to clean up the areas of the bathroom that got wet.  Our plan of the day was just drastically changed.</p>
<div id="attachment_1055" class="wp-caption aligncenter" style="width: 310px"><a href="http://maibewerecrazy.files.wordpress.com/2013/02/img_0798.jpg"><img class="size-medium wp-image-1055" alt="That tiny cut caused a big mess!" src="http://maibewerecrazy.files.wordpress.com/2013/02/img_0798.jpg?w=300&#038;h=225" width="300" height="225" /></a><p class="wp-caption-text">That tiny cut caused a big mess!</p></div>
<p>In previous renovations, we have hired plumbers to change shut off valves or to move supply lines. Jim had done some plumbing, such as hooking up the <a title="Joe Plumber" href="http://maibewerecrazy.wordpress.com/2012/02/09/joe-plumber/">kitchen</a> and bathroom sinks and also the dishwasher.  Before Sunday, Jim had already broached the topic of trying his hand at supply lines and shut off valves this go around.  He had his trusty &#8220;1, 2, 3&#8230;Plumbing&#8221; book from Home Depot and he was confident that he could do the job.  I was a little hesitant, remembering the difficulty we had with the supply line for the <a title="“If You Got Problems, Yo I’ll Solve It…”" href="http://maibewerecrazy.wordpress.com/2012/02/04/if-you-got-problems-yo-ill-solve-it/">refrigerator</a>.  Luckily for us, Jim had ignored my hesitance and bought materials needed to move supply lines.  Due to Jim&#8217;s accidental nick in the supply line, we were now going to learn how to replace supply lines! We had most of the supplies in place and got to work right away.</p>
<p>Since Jim only nicked the hot water supply, we were able to turn off just the hot water. Thus, we still had cold water so we could use the bathroom and wash our hands (we could have showered too but we had hoped to have the hot water back in place before it was time to shower).   Now to understand everything we do next, you need to understand a little bit about our bathroom design plan (because this post wasn&#8217;t long enough already).</p>
<p>The previous bathroom design had a little half-wall that didn&#8217;t do much other than take up some much-needed space. After removing the wall, we could see that it was added so that the sink vanity would not jut out from the wall since the nook the vanity lives in is slightly too short for the average vanity.  We did not want the vanity to jut out but the half-wall took up too much space in an already small bathroom.  We would have to get creative. As stated in my last post, the sink in the master bathroom is directly above the staircase.  Due to that, there is a lot of space behind the wall that is not being used.  That space is one a gradual incline &#8211; one that follows the ceiling of the staircase. We could not use all of that space because you would not be able to put much weight on it and what use would an inclined space be?  We could use part of the space though.  If we pushed back the wall behind the sink just about 4 inches, we could fit a full vanity in the nook without anything sticking out.  Of course this means we not only have to build a new wall that starts on an incline, but we also must move the sink supply lines, that where in the wall behind the sink, 4 inches back as well.  Keep that in mind&#8230;</p>
<div id="attachment_1032" class="wp-caption aligncenter" style="width: 235px"><a href="http://maibewerecrazy.files.wordpress.com/2013/02/img_0768.jpg"><img class="size-medium wp-image-1032" alt="You can see the slanted floor beyond the wall which is the ceiling of the stairs. We planned to move this wall (and pipes) back" src="http://maibewerecrazy.files.wordpress.com/2013/02/img_0768.jpg?w=225&#038;h=300" width="225" height="300" /></a><p class="wp-caption-text">You can see the slanted floor beyond the wall which is the ceiling of the stairs. We planned to move this wall (and pipes) back</p></div>
<p>With the nick in the hot water supply line, it was clear we would have to replace at least part of the copper piping. Jim decided this would be a great opportunity to also move the sink hot water supply line to where we need it to be in the new wall.  We did not want to do the cold supply line just yet, but since we were being forced to work on the hot water pipes, we might as well get that all done. We planned to put the supply line basically in place but to cap it off instead of attaching the shut off valve. We would later have to put it through the wall studs, so it didn&#8217;t make sense to add too much to it now.  Our first &#8220;practice&#8221; was to attach the cap to the end of the copper pipe.  You need to clean the end of the pipe and the cap (or whatever piece you are attaching) with steel wool so that they connect smoothly. Then you brush on paste flux on the pipe and cap. Next you place the pieces together.  The last steps are the scary steps.  You need a blow torch and solder. Solder looks like a very thick, silver wire.  You need to heat up the connection with the blow torch (you should put a fire repellant cloth behind the pipe so you don&#8217;t set anything on fire) and then put the solder right at the connection.  The soldering melts at a certain heat so it turns to liquid on contact and finalizes the connection.  This prevents any leaks from the piping.  Needless to say, Jim was in charge of the blow torch.  I was in charge of slowing twisting the pipe (when I was able to) and also the fire extinguisher <em>just in case</em> we needed it. Luckily, our practice went flawlessly, so we got to work replacing the nicked pipe.  It did not seem to take to long to get all the pipes in the right place.  It was the moment of truth.  Jim went to turn on the water supply while I eagerly awaited the result.  Jim turned on the water supply and I hear&#8230;.rain?  That can&#8217;t be right.  I quickly discover it is the SHOWER!  We had to leave on the old shower head because there were no shut off valves for those pipes. I screamed to Jim to turn off the water. In moving around the pipes, one of us must have bumped into the shower and turned it on.  After cleaning up the water that went everywhere, we turned off the shower and tried again.  This time, I only heard the water filling the pipes.  SUCCESS!</p>
<div id="attachment_1057" class="wp-caption aligncenter" style="width: 310px"><a href="http://maibewerecrazy.files.wordpress.com/2013/02/img_0803.jpg"><img class="size-medium wp-image-1057" alt="The new pipe in place!" src="http://maibewerecrazy.files.wordpress.com/2013/02/img_0803.jpg?w=300&#038;h=225" width="300" height="225" /></a><p class="wp-caption-text">The new pipe in place!</p></div>
<div id="attachment_1058" class="wp-caption aligncenter" style="width: 310px"><a href="http://maibewerecrazy.files.wordpress.com/2013/02/img_0800.jpg"><img class="size-medium wp-image-1058" alt="After the pipe turns - this is where the cut was, all nice and new!" src="http://maibewerecrazy.files.wordpress.com/2013/02/img_0800.jpg?w=300&#038;h=225" width="300" height="225" /></a><p class="wp-caption-text">After the pipe turns &#8211; this is where the cut was, all nice and new!</p></div>
<div id="attachment_1059" class="wp-caption aligncenter" style="width: 310px"><a href="http://maibewerecrazy.files.wordpress.com/2013/02/img_0801.jpg"><img class="size-medium wp-image-1059" alt="The hot water supply now has moved back to where the new wall will go." src="http://maibewerecrazy.files.wordpress.com/2013/02/img_0801.jpg?w=300&#038;h=225" width="300" height="225" /></a><p class="wp-caption-text">The hot water supply now has moved back to where the new wall will go.</p></div>
<div id="attachment_1060" class="wp-caption aligncenter" style="width: 310px"><a href="http://maibewerecrazy.files.wordpress.com/2013/02/img_0799.jpg"><img class="size-medium wp-image-1060" alt="Another view of the new position of pipes with the cold water supply line in view." src="http://maibewerecrazy.files.wordpress.com/2013/02/img_0799.jpg?w=300&#038;h=225" width="300" height="225" /></a><p class="wp-caption-text">Another view of the new position of pipes with the cold water supply line in view.</p></div>
<div id="attachment_1063" class="wp-caption aligncenter" style="width: 235px"><a href="http://maibewerecrazy.files.wordpress.com/2013/02/img_0806.jpg"><img class="size-medium wp-image-1063" alt="Jim cut out part of the wall to work on the pipes. You can clearly see the difference between the pipe positions in this picture." src="http://maibewerecrazy.files.wordpress.com/2013/02/img_0806.jpg?w=225&#038;h=300" width="225" height="300" /></a><p class="wp-caption-text">Jim cut out part of the wall to work on the pipes. You can clearly see the difference between the pipe positions in this picture.</p></div>
<p>After a long day, with an unexpected adventure, we had learned a new skill.  We called it a night and took a long shower with <em>hot</em> water from our working water supply lines.</p>
<div id="attachment_1062" class="wp-caption aligncenter" style="width: 235px"><a href="http://maibewerecrazy.files.wordpress.com/2013/02/img_0804.jpg"><img class="size-medium wp-image-1062" alt="The floor - free of waste pipes, ready for more work on another day." src="http://maibewerecrazy.files.wordpress.com/2013/02/img_0804.jpg?w=225&#038;h=300" width="225" height="300" /></a><p class="wp-caption-text">The floor &#8211; free of waste pipes, ready for more work on another day.</p></div>
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<title><![CDATA[smears]]></title>
<link>http://thisisluck.wordpress.com/2012/11/28/smears/</link>
<pubDate>Wed, 28 Nov 2012 17:38:04 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>thisisluck</dc:creator>
<guid>http://thisisluck.wordpress.com/2012/11/28/smears/</guid>
<description><![CDATA[my red lipstick smears Sitting here, leaning on the ground for support i look down at the cement flo]]></description>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>my red lipstick smears<br />
Sitting here,<br />
leaning on the ground for support<br />
i look down at the cement floor of the basement<br />
i never questioned IF it would be there<br />
i always trusted it to catch me<br />
when i fell<br />
I look up to the door,<br />
the little sliver of light sneaking through the edges and cracks<br />
that sliver of hope<br />
that hope of peace<br />
that peace that is only imaginary<br />
imaginary and unattainable.<br />
i look back down at the cement<br />
the small pool of blood forming beneath me<br />
I let a small apathetic laugh escape my lips<br />
i feel it roll off the tip of my tongue<br />
for the first time<br />
for the last time<br />
I dip my fingers in my blood,<br />
smearing it on the cold cement,<br />
I pull my hand to my face<br />
I feel the thin, sticky red fluid<br />
I rub my fingers together,<br />
and imagine what it would be like<br />
to be liquid<br />
to be imprisoned<br />
to be trapped<br />
maybe forever<br />
maybe temporarily.<br />
i would hate it<br />
i would want to escape<br />
to breathe<br />
i let the blood escape my veins<br />
i let the hot blood breathe<br />
i am escaping this prison<br />
it turns cold as it pools by my head<br />
i exhale<br />
i lay my head down on the cement<br />
my fingers fumble with my hair<br />
i inhale<br />
a tear escapes my eye<br />
that memory rolls down my cheek<br />
and falls into the blood<br />
i shut my eyes<br />
and wipe the blood from my mouth<br />
my red lipstick smears</p>
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<title><![CDATA[Sitting in the Dark]]></title>
<link>http://waterchili.wordpress.com/2012/09/05/sitting-in-the-dark/</link>
<pubDate>Thu, 06 Sep 2012 02:32:39 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>Sagaree Sengupta</dc:creator>
<guid>http://waterchili.wordpress.com/2012/09/05/sitting-in-the-dark/</guid>
<description><![CDATA[One evening in July somewhere in Maine, my spouse wouldn’t wait until morning to look at the creakin]]></description>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>One evening in July somewhere in Maine, my spouse wouldn’t wait until morning to look at the creaking, shuddering, fan/light assembly hanging over the dining room table and he turned off the electricity.  Now our dining room was too hot to sit in, and our aging brown wicker-patterned friend&#8211;its perpetual summer circling arrested&#8211;needed some tinkering with. Actually, I got my valiant partner to turn the whole house’s electricity off so he wouldn’t hurt himself; he often rushes into the home maintenance jobs he loves because he has so little time after commuting and working.  Not endowed with feline vision, I decided to stay out of the way and seize the opportunity for a bit of rest.  Lying on the sofa during our own little load-shedding (the term used in India for when the electricity goes off for a while because the supply cannot keep up with the demand) with my head towards the big living room window with the fluttery tree outside, I noticed the pink edge of the sky you don’t see in our tree-laden suburban neighborhood unless you’re outside walking.  It came back to me that during my childhood in the arid little town of Hijli, in West Bengal not far from the Bihar border, my parents would let twilight grow through the house most evenings.  They wouldn’t turn the lights on right away, just to enjoy the gradual fading and displacement of the harsh sunlight of the day.  We would sit on the veranda or in the living room and just let it get darker and darker, chatting or playing.  Our street of small university houses was still surrounded by grazing fields for cows and goats and a palpable stock of uncanny quiet.  A car or jeep might go by once a week, and most movement was by foot, bicycle or cycle-rickshaw.  The voices of passersby&#8211;families strolling together, or friends in ones and twos hailing us from the front gate&#8211;carried into the veranda of our little cement house with the smooth floors, or through the wide open living room windows, long before we could see them clearly.</p>
<p>This sitting around in the twilight was a less self-conscious form of relaxation than the fun activities we pitch ourselves into these days—bike rides, bookstore browses, and so on—because we are so aware of needing them.  When the lights finally came on in our Hijli house, it would have been for a 9 o clock supper, and it was always a blazing shock after the softening into the dark our eyes had enjoyed.  The idea then was to stay awake until the rice of our late meal was eaten, but I was a slow child in many ways, and mine would always get cold.</p>
<p>(July 2011/September 2012)</p>
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<title><![CDATA[9/4: STUDIOS]]></title>
<link>http://losangelesartresource.wordpress.com/2012/09/04/94-studios/</link>
<pubDate>Tue, 04 Sep 2012 14:07:02 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>losangelesartresource</dc:creator>
<guid>http://losangelesartresource.wordpress.com/2012/09/04/94-studios/</guid>
<description><![CDATA[$800 / 756ft² &#8211; Private, creative or office space in art community (90065) $5000 / 5000ft²]]></description>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[$800 / 756ft² &#8211; Private, creative or office space in art community (90065) $5000 / 5000ft²]]></content:encoded>
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<title><![CDATA[#19 - painted concrete floor {52 Projects}]]></title>
<link>http://flashbulbspurpleirises.wordpress.com/2012/08/15/19-painted-concrete-floor-52-projects/</link>
<pubDate>Wed, 15 Aug 2012 05:46:16 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>coolmama72</dc:creator>
<guid>http://flashbulbspurpleirises.wordpress.com/2012/08/15/19-painted-concrete-floor-52-projects/</guid>
<description><![CDATA[One of the reasons I&#8217;m so far behind in my blogging is my craft room renovation.   It&#8217;s]]></description>
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One of the reasons I&#8217;m so far behind in my blogging is my craft room renovation.   It&#8217;s been a work in progress, and there have been weeks where all of my &#8220;extra&#8221; time has been devoted to it.    Any computer time has been used for things more pressing than blogging about my projects.</p>
<p>My first <a title="#12 – craft room takeover {52 Projects}" href="http://flashbulbspurpleirises.wordpress.com/2012/04/20/12-craft-room-takeover-52-projects/" target="_blank">blog post</a> related to my craft room showed what the room looked like before.   Knowing what it looks like today is making me want to stay up for another hour to catch up on blog  posts so you can see how it&#8217;s evolved.    And I didn&#8217;t even blog about painting the walls, which is just crazy!   I meant to blog about it when I wrote the post for the shop vac wheels, as I painted that same week.  I&#8217;m not sure why I didn&#8217;t&#8230;</p>
<p>So I&#8217;ll start with a quick show of the new wall color &#8211; it&#8217;s River Mist by Martha Stewart.  Love this color! I painted the trim too, went from a bright white to one that&#8217;s more towards a warm white (it&#8217;s Behr Swiss Coffee).</p>
<p><a title="beforeandafter by coolmama72, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/coolmama72/7786247474/"><img class="aligncenter" src="http://farm9.staticflickr.com/8433/7786247474_c60c0f3649_o.jpg" alt="beforeandafter" width="600" height="451" /></a></p>
<p><a title="divider by coolmama72, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/coolmama72/6002510630/"><img class="aligncenter" src="http://farm7.staticflickr.com/6002/6002510630_c84657a6bc_o.gif" alt="divider" width="300" height="15" /></a></p>
<p>Back to the topic at hand, the floors. Picked up a tube of concrete patch &#8220;stuff&#8221;. Used this to patch all of the holes left from the carpet nails. (Maybe ripping out the carpet should have been a post too! But that took place over the period of a couple of weeks, just ripping when I had time). Got this on clearance from Target, and only needed the whole tube. The downside of this stuff is that it&#8217;s &#8220;mushy&#8221;. I can feel where I&#8217;ve patched some of the holes, 3 months later.</p>
<p><a title="craft room redo by coolmama72, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/coolmama72/7199532792/"><img class="aligncenter" src="http://farm6.staticflickr.com/5035/7199532792_99247e07d2.jpg" alt="craft room redo" width="333" height="500" /></a></p>
<p>Taped the trim, didn&#8217;t want any of that marred with concrete primer or paint! You can see where I&#8217;ve patched the holes too.</p>
<p><a title="craft room redo by coolmama72, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/coolmama72/7199532588/"><img class="aligncenter" src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7225/7199532588_ecb747389c_o.jpg" alt="craft room redo" width="600" height="400" /></a></p>
<p><a title="divider by coolmama72, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/coolmama72/6002510630/"><img class="aligncenter" src="http://farm7.staticflickr.com/6002/6002510630_c84657a6bc_o.gif" alt="divider" width="300" height="15" /></a></p>
<p>Picked up this cool &#8220;brush&#8221; to do all of the edging around the room. It was great, except that the pad kept coming off the holder, and reattaching would interrupt my workflow (and get my hands all messy).</p>
<p><a title="craft room redo by coolmama72, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/coolmama72/7199532934/"><img class="aligncenter" src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7226/7199532934_5124c59709_o.jpg" alt="craft room redo" width="600" height="400" /></a></p>
<p><a title="divider by coolmama72, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/coolmama72/6002510630/"><img class="aligncenter" src="http://farm7.staticflickr.com/6002/6002510630_c84657a6bc_o.gif" alt="divider" width="300" height="15" /></a></p>
<p>I used Behr concrete primer and paint for this project. The concrete bonding primer was very different than I expected. It&#8217;s really super sticky. I purchased rubber boots to wear (didn&#8217;t want to ruin my own shoes), and I can still see boot prints due to the primer. The primer never fully dries. It&#8217;s meant to create a bond between the paint and the concrete. So when I did the actual painting and walked on the primer (no choice in that matter), the treads of the boots left impressions into the primer substance. It&#8217;s not terribly noticeable, but I&#8217;ll probably sand over those areas and repaint just those parts in the future.</p>
<p>I applied the primer, and then waited two days for it to set before I used the paint. You can&#8217;t tell, but this is the floor with the primer.</p>
<p><a title="craft room redo by coolmama72, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/coolmama72/7199532706/"><img class="aligncenter" src="http://farm9.staticflickr.com/8009/7199532706_67d65af7e9_o.jpg" alt="craft room redo" width="600" height="400" /></a></p>
<p><a title="divider by coolmama72, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/coolmama72/6002510630/"><img class="aligncenter" src="http://farm7.staticflickr.com/6002/6002510630_c84657a6bc_o.gif" alt="divider" width="300" height="15" /></a></p>
<p>The paint is a water based paint, I couldn&#8217;t afford to have an oil base stinking up my house! The color is &#8220;pebbled path&#8221;. I really struggled with what color to use. I wanted a brown, but when I looked at all of the sample paint cards, the browns weren&#8217;t really right. The pebbled path is a gray, but there are brown undertones (or something like that LOL) so I get my earthy feel with it and I&#8217;m content.</p>
<p>Here&#8217;s the floor after it was painted. I don&#8217;t have a photo of the entire room, not sure why I didn&#8217;t take more photos of the floor before I moved on to the next thing (the dreaded quarter round).</p>
<p><a title="painted floor by coolmama72, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/coolmama72/7786340870/"><img class="aligncenter" src="http://farm9.staticflickr.com/8430/7786340870_bdf3d40480_o.jpg" alt="painted floor" width="600" height="400" /></a></p>
<p><a title="divider by coolmama72, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/coolmama72/6002510630/"><img class="aligncenter" src="http://farm7.staticflickr.com/6002/6002510630_c84657a6bc_o.gif" alt="divider" width="300" height="15" /></a></p>
<p>Now that it&#8217;s been a few months, I feel like it will last. There are parts of the floor where the paint came off after something was dropped or scraped on it in the early days. I did wait almost a week before moving furniture in, but I think the paint needed longer to cure. I&#8217;ve wet sanded a couple of spots and touched up, and you can&#8217;t even tell. So once I&#8217;m done everything else that needs to be done in there, I&#8217;ll tackle the spots that are left. I have a wheeled stool at my craft desk, and the floor doesn&#8217;t really like it so much. I think I need to scrub the wheels to make sure there&#8217;s nothing on them causing marks on the floor. I know, it&#8217;s a craft room and the floor should see some abuse, but I&#8217;d like to prevent an undue wear and tear if I can.</p>
<p>If it wasn&#8217;t almost 2am, I&#8217;d write another couple of posts, as I&#8217;m dying to share the bookshelf I built, the quarter round I did all by myself, the light fixtures, the paint cabinet, the shelves (oh, I hung a lot of shelves!), the craft desk, the peg board (such a great new color!), and the awesome ladder shelves I made.  Hope to post more tomorrow, if I can find the time.</p>
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<title><![CDATA[7/27: STUDIOS]]></title>
<link>http://losangelesartresource.wordpress.com/2012/07/27/727-studios/</link>
<pubDate>Fri, 27 Jul 2012 14:15:13 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>losangelesartresource</dc:creator>
<guid>http://losangelesartresource.wordpress.com/2012/07/27/727-studios/</guid>
<description><![CDATA[$550 / 335ft² – Creative Industrial / manufacturing studio (Los Angeles) $325 / 237ft² – Creative St]]></description>
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<title><![CDATA[Beth: Chapter 1 story idea?]]></title>
<link>http://writeawaystacey.wordpress.com/2012/07/09/beth-chapter-1-story-idea/</link>
<pubDate>Tue, 10 Jul 2012 02:28:06 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>writeawaystacey</dc:creator>
<guid>http://writeawaystacey.wordpress.com/2012/07/09/beth-chapter-1-story-idea/</guid>
<description><![CDATA[As Consciousness arose in Beth she could hear a distant dripping sound. As she attempted to open her]]></description>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>     As Consciousness arose in Beth she could hear a distant dripping sound. As she attempted to open her eyelids they felt heavy, so heavy Beth who felt weary to her core thought she would not be able to open them. But after what seemed like five minutes, but was closer to thirty seconds she finally opened her eyes only to feel a swift but fleeting dizziness, so quick, it was as if she imagined it. However, when she tried to sit up she knew at once it was not her imagination as her vision swam she nearly fell off the bed she was lying on.<br />
     Beth quickly lay back down and was puzzled by her sensations; she rationalized that she must be coming down with a cold or something. But even as she thought this she was afraid for when she had opened her eyes and tried to sit up earlier she noticed she was in an unfamiliar place lying on a strange bed and she had no recollection of how she had gotten there!<br />
     Forcing herself to remain calm Beth opened her eyes. This time her vision focused quickly and the dizziness never came. As she remained lying on the bed searching the room with her eyes she saw she was in what she thought must be an old shed or small barn with knotty crooked boards for walls and a closed but slightly sagging door. Besides the bed she was lying on there was nothing else around.<br />
     Slowly Beth sat up and gingerly swung her feet to the side of the bed. As her feet dangled she noticed the dizziness was less and after a few seconds it dissipated altogether. After sitting on the side of the bed for what seemed like forever, Beth worked up the courage to stand up and was thankful when the dizziness did not return and she was able to stand without issue. It was then she noticed she was barefoot and the floor was made of dirt that felt cool to her feet. The only source of light in the room was coming from a single candle sitting on the cement floor only a few feet from the bed. There was also an odor; it was a dense, cool, musty basement smell. </p>
<p>       Suddenly, Beth felt an urgent need to get far away from there. After surveying the room and realizing there was only one possible route out of the room, through the door. Beth quietly walked to the door. When Beth touched the door knob she began to tremble in fear; fear of the unknown. Her stomach churned as she slowly turned the door knob which turned easily and without noise. Pulling the door open was another story she had to pull with all her weight to open the door and it let out a loud screech when it opened.<br />
     Beth winced and started to run out the door pell mell in a state of panic. Instead her father&#8217;s words came to her. &#8220;Bethy, if you ever find yourself in trouble make sure you don&#8217;t panic and you keep your head about you so, you can think yourself out of the situation. A calm head will get you through every time.” After taking a second to calm herself Beth went through the door and ended up in a nightmare. Only she was wide awake and the nightmare was real.<br />
     The first thing she noticed was the smell. The air smelled heavily of death and rotting flesh. Then there was the noise. The faint cry’s for help and the obscenely loud screaming of those mortally injured but, not yet dead. As her eyes adjusted to the horrors all around her Beth wondered&#8230;</p>
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<title><![CDATA[Decorative Concrete Floor]]></title>
<link>http://designerconcrete.wordpress.com/2012/02/16/hello-world/</link>
<pubDate>Thu, 16 Feb 2012 10:55:08 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>designerconcrete</dc:creator>
<guid>http://designerconcrete.wordpress.com/2012/02/16/hello-world/</guid>
<description><![CDATA[Preparing the surface by sanding it. I was recently contracted to grind and seal the concrete floor]]></description>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div id="attachment_31" class="wp-caption aligncenter" style="width: 310px"><a href="http://designerconcrete.files.wordpress.com/2013/02/sany0100-e1359989679953.jpg"><img class="size-medium wp-image-31" alt="Preparing the surface by sanding it." src="http://designerconcrete.files.wordpress.com/2013/02/sany0100-e1359989679953.jpg?w=300&#038;h=225" width="300" height="225" /></a><p class="wp-caption-text">Preparing the surface by sanding it.</p></div>
<p>I was recently contracted to grind and seal the <a href="http://www.concrete-flooring.co.za/Stained-Concrete-Flooring-Decorative-Concrete-Floors-Coloured-Cement-Floors-Johannesburg-Gauteng-South-Africa.html" target="_blank">concrete floor</a> of a lobby and the 2 flights of steps leading off from it. The building was old and there was a lot of glue on the floor and especially the staircase from previously installed carpeting. The glue was old and hard and the only way to remove it was with a hand-held diamond grinding disc.</p>
<p>The job was pretty straightforward. We grinded the surface layer of the concrete stairs, but had to angle the grinder a little to get the glue off as the surface was not completely flat. The staircase had taken some abuse over the years with different contractors fitting varying types of flooring over the stairs.</p>
<p>We had to apply the first coat of sealant at night using a floodlight as the building was under renovation and there were workers in and out during the day. The hand-grinding had removed the surface layer of <a href="http://www.concrete-flooring.co.za/Stained-Concrete,-Concrete-Floors,-Acid-Stain,-Concrete-Flooring,-Cement-Floor,-Decorative-Concrete,-Johannesburg,-South-Africa.html" target="_blank">cement</a> and had polished up the stones in the <a href="http://www.concrete-flooring.co.za/Concrete-Flooring,-Stained-Concrete,-Stamped-Concrete,-Acid-Stain-Concrete,-Concrete-Floors,-Concrete-Stain,-Johannesburg,-Gauteng,-South-Africa.html" target="_blank">concrete</a>, and the effect was stunning. The sealer brought out all the detail in the concrete and we were very pleased with the outcome.</p>
<p>The following morning we went back to inspect the job and were horrified to discover that due to the positioning of the building, the morning light shone brightly on the flight of stairs leading up from the lobby, and the stairs looked terrible. The bright light enhanced all the tool marks from the grinder on the steps, especially the ones that were at eye level, showing up every single imperfection.</p>
<p>The only way to fix it was to spend an enormous amount of time smoothing off the surface and reapplying the <a href="http://www.concrete-flooring.co.za/Concrete-Floor,-Stained-Concrete-Floor,-Sealed-Concrete,-Cement-Floor,-Decorative-Concrete,-Stained-Concrete,-Concrete-Flooring,-Johannesburg.html" target="_blank">sealer</a> with a matting agent added to reduce the glare. Obviously we had not budgeted for this extra work and expense, but the lesson was priceless.</p>
<p><a href="http://www.concrete-flooring.co.za">http://www.concrete-flooring.co.za</a></p>
<p><a href="http://www.concretepro.co.za">http://www.concrete-pro.co.za</a></p>
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<title><![CDATA[Stripes for the Hovel]]></title>
<link>http://drywalldust.wordpress.com/2012/01/28/stripes-for-the-hovel/</link>
<pubDate>Sat, 28 Jan 2012 03:17:00 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>Cheyanne(DD)</dc:creator>
<guid>http://drywalldust.wordpress.com/2012/01/28/stripes-for-the-hovel/</guid>
<description><![CDATA[Basements are notoriously unappealing. The lack of height in ours isn&#8217;t helping any. But we pu]]></description>
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<title><![CDATA[THE DAY IS COMING CLOSER]]></title>
<link>http://behappylivelife.wordpress.com/2011/10/29/169/</link>
<pubDate>Sat, 29 Oct 2011 16:54:17 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>carolyn4u</dc:creator>
<guid>http://behappylivelife.wordpress.com/2011/10/29/169/</guid>
<description><![CDATA[My new experience is now only TWO weeks away! On November 12th, the Huntley Area Public Library will]]></description>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>My new experience is now only TWO weeks away!</p>
<p>On November 12th, the Huntley Area Public Library will be holding their first ever Local Author’s Fair and I was invited to participate. I can’t tell you how excited I am about this opportunity to join with other published authors. It will be so nice to meet and greet, sell and sign, and encourage others to dabble in creativity.</p>
<p>Being semi-retired, I have more time to pursue my long-standing passion for writing and it&#8217;s really a fun ride. I have published two books so far and a third idea is cooking in my crazy brain. We’ll see where that road goes!</p>
<p><em>Fear Them No More</em> is my first title, a compilation of stories about spiders, of all things. The idea came to me as I sat in my garage, holding garage sales over the summer. I saw a spider creeping across the cement floor and decided to give it human traits and human problems. Before long, this one spider had a family, a neighborhood, and a world similar to ours. Spiders in “Tanglewood” do not lead a charmed life, trust me. In my book, you will meet the good, the bad, and the ugly. Read my book to discover what life would be like if you were an arachnid.</p>
<p>My second book, <em>Movin’ On</em>, is based on personal memoirs of growing up in the ’50s and ’60s era and continuing to present day. Walk down the paths of fun and happiness with unexpected surprises, as well as fall into the pits of disappointments and change, not always deserved. Carrie’s world begins at birth and flows into seniorhood. Along the way, her life is wrapped in wondrous mystery and a journey that entices her to keep “movin’ on”. I must warn you, however, this book contains adult content.</p>
<p>Again, I hope you will stop by and say &#8220;HI!&#8221; and bring home a new read.  Winter is such a long, boring season when you are stuck indoors because of the nasty weather.</p>
<p>The Local Author’s Fair will be held at the Huntley Library, 11000 Ruth Road, Huntley, IL on Saturday, November 12th, from 1:00 pm to 3:00 pm.</p>
<p>Please circle the date on your calendar&#8230;and I&#8217;ll plan to see ya there!!!!</p>
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<title><![CDATA[WEEKENDS AND HOLIDAYS]]></title>
<link>http://barksnpaws.wordpress.com/2011/08/07/weekends-and-holidays/</link>
<pubDate>Sun, 07 Aug 2011 17:07:57 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>Swiftpaws</dc:creator>
<guid>http://barksnpaws.wordpress.com/2011/08/07/weekends-and-holidays/</guid>
<description><![CDATA[I love weekends! I love holiays! I love&#8217;em &#8217;cause my Mom gets to stay home all day. It]]></description>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I love weekends! I love holiays! I love&#8217;em &#8217;cause my Mom gets to stay home all day. It&#8217;s hard having a working Mom. We get up at 4am so she can feed my brother and me and little Sammy (he&#8217;s Big Mom&#8217;s dog), and all the cats (there&#8217;re five of them: Chewbakka Swiftpaws, who helps me type my blog, Indiana Manywhickers, Lukey Longshanks, Nena Greyshadow, and Jessica Snowpaws).  By the time she gets through with us, and showering, and dressing, it&#8217;s time for her to leave, and I don&#8217;t get to see her until she gets home around 5pm. </p>
<p>I spend the day with Big Mom. She&#8217;s a good egg, but at 87 she moves kinda slow, and I have to be careful not to trip her up &#8217;cause she could easily fall and break a bone. I sleep by her bed until she gets up, and sorta follow her around the house to make sure she&#8217;s okay. My brother Rio likes to spend his time outdoors; although nowadays, with all this heat, he&#8217;ll stay inside half of the time. Guess you could call him &#8220;Mister In-and-Out&#8221;.</p>
<p>This weekend Mom pulled up the old carpet in the living room. Rio and I think it&#8217;s great since now we get to lay on the cool cement! Besides that old carpet was smelly, too.</p>
<div id="attachment_74" class="wp-caption alignleft" style="width: 310px"><a href="http://barksnpaws.files.wordpress.com/2011/08/023.jpg"><img class="size-medium wp-image-74" title="Rio on cement" src="http://barksnpaws.files.wordpress.com/2011/08/023.jpg?w=300&#038;h=225" alt="" width="300" height="225" /></a><p class="wp-caption-text">Ri on cement floorMe on cement floor</p></div>
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<title><![CDATA[Easy Choice]]></title>
<link>http://thehaikudiary.wordpress.com/2011/06/04/easy-choice/</link>
<pubDate>Sun, 05 Jun 2011 00:49:48 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>clearbackpack</dc:creator>
<guid>http://thehaikudiary.wordpress.com/2011/06/04/easy-choice/</guid>
<description><![CDATA[Ladies&#8217; restroom at the beach has a long line. There&#8217;s no line for the lake.]]></description>
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<p>the beach has a long line. There&#8217;s</p>
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<title><![CDATA[Here Comes the Cold]]></title>
<link>http://horseadventures.wordpress.com/2011/01/23/here-comes-the-cold/</link>
<pubDate>Sun, 23 Jan 2011 15:00:46 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>Wendy</dc:creator>
<guid>http://horseadventures.wordpress.com/2011/01/23/here-comes-the-cold/</guid>
<description><![CDATA[When we start to see a pocket of subzero temperatures on the forecast, there are some extra things w]]></description>
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<title><![CDATA[PRIMARY SCHOOL DAYS]]></title>
<link>http://waterfriend.wordpress.com/2010/01/27/primary-school-days/</link>
<pubDate>Wed, 27 Jan 2010 05:46:46 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>waterfriend</dc:creator>
<guid>http://waterfriend.wordpress.com/2010/01/27/primary-school-days/</guid>
<description><![CDATA[But for the death of my father, my school days, up to standard 6 were smooth and happy. There were p]]></description>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div>But for the death of my father, my school days, up to standard 6 were smooth and happy.</div>
<div>There were plenty of cousins as friends at ammath at Naruvakulangara. Climbing the mango tree was a favourite pastime. After reaching the top, I felt nervous, but refused to show it. Slowly, when I came down, I felt a relief which I still recall !</div>
<div>Once I climbed up a small areca nut tree near a pond in front of the open portico, where grandfather used to sit in his easy chair, which is seldom seen these days, with a fan in hand.</div>
<div>When I reached the half way mark, the tree started swinging widely and wildly. I clutched it firmly and in a few seconds it became steady. Grandfather, who was watching me, became angry and began scolding me. Somehow, I came down and was still shaking with fear.</div>
<div>There were half a dozen children for meals. We will be coming from the ground where we were playing. Grandmother would place a pan full of water and ask us to wash our hands one by one. By the time we all wash hands, the water would turn muddy.</div>
<div>&#8220;See&#8221;, she would say. We would all sit on the cement floor, in front of plantain leaves and eat with our hands.</div>
<div>The Karayogam School has two sections, one Malayalam and the other Samskrutham. The head master of the latter, one Elayath, quite elderly with bald head and slight body, would remove his shirt and spread it over a plant to dry the sweat. He was a great scholar and very gentle in nature. His assistant was exactly the opposite. He used to beat his pupils till blood came out. There were only a few students, all in their teens, in Samskrutham division, because of this man named Damodaran Nambiar.</div>
<div>The Head Master of our school was Ramayyar, who was always busy making pay bills for the whole school staff. His daughter, a bright eyed, curly haired beauty was always looking at me which made me uncomfortable. I hated her for this simple reason.</div>
<div>Once she came in my dream, recently. We went on talking and felt a joy I never knew before.</div>
<div> The feeling of loss, on waking up was great.</div>
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<title><![CDATA[A Huge Difference!]]></title>
<link>http://pattikatter.wordpress.com/2008/10/14/a-huge-difference/</link>
<pubDate>Tue, 14 Oct 2008 01:19:00 +0000</pubDate>
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<guid>http://pattikatter.wordpress.com/2008/10/14/a-huge-difference/</guid>
<description><![CDATA[BEFORE Photos Of Marcos&#8217; Home: AFTER: Marcos loves his new floor!]]></description>
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<div style="text-align:center;">Marcos loves his new floor!</div>
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<title><![CDATA[Photos Of Marcos With His New Floor!]]></title>
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<description><![CDATA[Marcos and his family are THRILLED to have their new floor! Look at how happy he is!! He has on one]]></description>
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<p>Marcos and his family are THRILLED to have their new floor! Look at how happy he is!! He has on one of his new outfits I sent also! And, he&#8217;s playing with one of the ballons too! <img src='http://s0.wp.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif' alt=':)' class='wp-smiley' />  <img src='http://s0.wp.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif' alt=':)' class='wp-smiley' /> </p>
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<title><![CDATA[Update on Marcos' Floor]]></title>
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<description><![CDATA[Here&#8217;s an update on the plans for the cement floor ((for Marcos and his family)): Hi Patti, Th]]></description>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Here&#8217;s an update on the plans for the cement floor ((for Marcos and his family)):</p>
<div style="font-style:italic;">Hi Patti,</p>
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<div style="font-style:italic;">They have arranged to start work the first week of October.   It is still raining heavily and it makes travel to Tierra Linda and carrying bags of cement a little difficult but it is easing and they have made all the arrangements.   I know that you can well imagine trying to carry bags of cement down that hill to Marcos house in the rain!</div>
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<div style="font-style:italic;">It is also a public holiday for Guatemalan Independence Day  within the next two weeks and a lot of school activities, combining that with the workers still finishing up the construction in Tierra Linda for the community center  we did not have extra people to put on it.    But the first week in October it will be done.    It should only take a couple of days to do it.   We will take lots of photos and send them to you.</div>
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<div style="font-style:italic;">Thank you so much for all the positive changes you have made for Marcos.</div>
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<div style="font-style:italic;">So glad to hear that the book fair is going so well!</div>
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<div style="font-style:italic;">warmest regards,</div>
<p> <span style="font-style:italic;">Sharon (from Mayan Families)</span></p>
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