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Last night I ended up spending the evening cooking stuff. I suppose it's something that I needed to do anyway, the making of food isn't something I do every day anymore since the amount I cook far outweighs the amount I eat at any given time and I essentially prepare edibles in advance.
It wasn't what I planned to do. I had planned that I'd work on the sill molds, but I haven't touched them in days. There's a shadow of self-defeat here that I don't particularly like, a kind of sabotage that I recognize from things in my past. Why the hell it's cropping up now I don't know.
I think I may change my plans a bit and take the sill molds off the front burner. I've already moved the cement mixer into the basement because it's getting too cold for pouring concrete outdoors anymore, and it's not like it's an emergency where I have to get them done by a particular date or someone dies or something... but I think that there's something inside me that's afraid to finish.
So I'm going to do some replanning and move things around. there are some projects I want to get either done or converted before it gets too cold to be working outside at all, like fitting the foam into the windows, putting up the 1/4" sheathing on the exterior of the shed and getting that painted/sealed, and lifting the patio door set up to the second floor. Moving the last of the building materials indoors would be good too, to get the crap from outside cleaned up.
Cleaning out the basement enough to have space for all the materials and space to work this winter is on the list too. It's actually pretty considerably improved from where it was even earlier this year, but there's enough room for improvement that it's still a big project. I can break it into smaller pieces, which is nice. It's more a matter of having the discipline to follow through with the plans, and that's always been a problem.
It wasn't what I planned to do. I had planned that I'd work on the sill molds, but I haven't touched them in days. There's a shadow of self-defeat here that I don't particularly like, a kind of sabotage that I recognize from things in my past. Why the hell it's cropping up now I don't know.
I think I may change my plans a bit and take the sill molds off the front burner. I've already moved the cement mixer into the basement because it's getting too cold for pouring concrete outdoors anymore, and it's not like it's an emergency where I have to get them done by a particular date or someone dies or something... but I think that there's something inside me that's afraid to finish.
So I'm going to do some replanning and move things around. there are some projects I want to get either done or converted before it gets too cold to be working outside at all, like fitting the foam into the windows, putting up the 1/4" sheathing on the exterior of the shed and getting that painted/sealed, and lifting the patio door set up to the second floor. Moving the last of the building materials indoors would be good too, to get the crap from outside cleaned up.
Cleaning out the basement enough to have space for all the materials and space to work this winter is on the list too. It's actually pretty considerably improved from where it was even earlier this year, but there's enough room for improvement that it's still a big project. I can break it into smaller pieces, which is nice. It's more a matter of having the discipline to follow through with the plans, and that's always been a problem.