How's the painting going?

To quote Frances McDormand's character Margie in the film "Fargo": "How's the painting going?"

Fine, thank you. Saturday, Aug 9th, Devon, Kim C. and her husband Laye came to paint the basement. I made three visits to the local True Value hardware store, and one to Home Depot with Devon to pick out wall tiles for the section of the basement that needed them. We painted all day, or at least it felt like it. While they took a break I laid the sticky floor tiles.

Last night, Marilee, John B. and his wife Maryna came to visit and we all feasted on Chinese food from Your's restaurant. We sat out on the deck and enjoyed some wine until the mosquitos forced us inside. Then we watched the recording of the Olympic Opening Ceremony. Laye wanted to see the team from his nation, Senegal. Kim and Laye took off to their home 1/2 a mile away, while John and Maryna opted not to return to Gloucester. We had an old-fashioned "sleepover", putting them in the double bedroom, and Marilee used the trundle bed in Teen's room with Devon.

This morning I got up at 6:30 am and starting glueing the wall tiles to the wall. Laye had used hydraulic cement on the part of the wall that needed tiling, so the wall was prepped and ready for its close-up. Missed church at 9:30, which I regret, as my friend Heather was preaching the sermon. Went back for a nap at 10 am when the company went out for breakfast, and slept until 1 pm. Slept right through the doorbell ringing twice, both times with neighbors who came to say goodbye to us before they left on vacation. Hubster wisely let me sleep.

M. and D. came back after lunch and we did some beading. M left at 5, and D. went out to dinner with her old pal Robert. I descended into the basement again and worked until 10 pm, finishing the floor tile job, and grouting the wall tiles. I think it's done now, all except the clean-up. Phew. Good night!