I went over to the apartment after work today to check out the floors, which are now finished and look great, IMO-lighter and natural, but nice and warm. I think the (self-designated) "Sandman" did a super job- including patching some ex-radiator holes of yore, etc., which are now seamlessly a part of the overall woodiness.
Also, Diane the Painter stopped by, and we discussed the work her group is about to start, which is lots, and the most expensive part of the miniature remodeling project I'm doing before moving in. Good thing she came, as there are some things that really needed rethinking, and they have been, for the most part, with her help, rethunk. A lot of stripping and plaster patching must go on before the painting begins, and I'm considering having one of the rooms I was leaving for later semi-done now.
Also, the green I picked for my bedroom looked (ack!) entirely unfamiliar to me, and completely dire (how did that happen, I thought I was being soooo careful?). So, a different, satisfactory green was selected and some other choices- to be discussed here later- were also made. And... Diane noticed that a couple of the bookcase shelves needed a bit more sanding, and I noticed the lack of quarter-round molding between the bottom of the shelves and the floor. Bill the Carpenter has been consulted, and will rectify these small problems.
Finally, I measured the kitchen door that leads to the fire-escape, to make sure I don't buy a stove that won't fit in, when I go to the Scratch and Dent next Wednesday. This was all very entertaining, but I was so beat by 4:30 that I actually took a taxi (instead of the bus) back here to rent central. Whew. The cab driver was very taken by the Building With the Courtyard, and wished me a gracious mazel-tov as I crawled out of his cab and up my steps.