The freaking-out portion of our agenda
Apologies to everyone in my circles for being a bad online friend over the last several weeks. I'm entering the freaking-out portion of my bedroom project, and my level of absorption--not to say obsession--is extreme. I hope to return to regular communication very soon.
I've tapped the money vein and am now hemhorrhaging the stuff over this project, an experience that is three parts anxiety and one part exhilaration.
The drywall contractor, on viewing the wall damage wrought by a) demolition of the closet and b) 108 years of existence, recommended a complete re-do. His bid for removing plaster from all four walls and the ceiling, and replacing it with pristine, new, perfect drywall, was so damn reasonable that I said okay. (Exhilaration: I'm actually going to have smooth walls and a seamless ceiling for the first time in my whole life.)
Work starts first thing in the morning, so today I moved the last four things out of the bedroom, and it is now a completely empty, amazingly echoey, and strangely unpleasant space:
("Imagine an empty room")
My mattress is taking up most of the living room floor:
...so my living room furniture had to go to the porch. The porch is protected at least a little from the March storms by an Outbreak-style application of duct tape and plastic sheeting.
It's going to be a bit crazy for a couple of weeks, but hey. I don't have to get dressed for work. As long as I can find my drug paraphernalia French press and coffee grinder in the morning, and can get out the back door to my bike, I think I'll be fine. It'll be like camping. Only indoors. With a comfy mattress and wifi.
Crossposted from Dreamwidth, where there are
comments.
I've tapped the money vein and am now hemhorrhaging the stuff over this project, an experience that is three parts anxiety and one part exhilaration.
The drywall contractor, on viewing the wall damage wrought by a) demolition of the closet and b) 108 years of existence, recommended a complete re-do. His bid for removing plaster from all four walls and the ceiling, and replacing it with pristine, new, perfect drywall, was so damn reasonable that I said okay. (Exhilaration: I'm actually going to have smooth walls and a seamless ceiling for the first time in my whole life.)
Work starts first thing in the morning, so today I moved the last four things out of the bedroom, and it is now a completely empty, amazingly echoey, and strangely unpleasant space:
("Imagine an empty room")
My mattress is taking up most of the living room floor:
...so my living room furniture had to go to the porch. The porch is protected at least a little from the March storms by an Outbreak-style application of duct tape and plastic sheeting.
It's going to be a bit crazy for a couple of weeks, but hey. I don't have to get dressed for work. As long as I can find my drug paraphernalia French press and coffee grinder in the morning, and can get out the back door to my bike, I think I'll be fine. It'll be like camping. Only indoors. With a comfy mattress and wifi.
Crossposted from Dreamwidth, where there are
comments.