Whittling
My brother arrived tonight for his spring break. I always attempt to complete ridiculously insane tasks before company arrives, as a sort of challenge to my sanity, physical well being, and age, I suppose. I stay up late tackling mighty projects that should last months. This time was no different. I accomplished a lot but I also started a lot that I hadn’t intended…like deciding to redo the floor in one bedroom only to discover a 6 foot long crack in the concrete. Anyone who’s ever faced this dilemma should know it’s a pain in the rear. Bill could tell you just how much because I would have sooner covered the crack we found in the living room with hay then do all the stuff he did to fix it.
What I wanted to do was to rip up the vinyl tile, sand the concrete and paint it. Due to lack of time, funds, skill and Bill (who was at work) combined with relentless ambition, I took solo to “fixing” that big, nasty crack and Step 1 of the redo.
First, I tried to fill the hole with Elmer’s glue but it was clearly much deeper than I thought. So I considered my options and decided to fill the crack with clumping *kitty litter* then I painted over it THEN I stuck newspaper to it because the glue from the vinyl was much more sticky then I imagines THEN I laid rubber mats over the whole darn floor until Bill can fix and finish it...no, *of course* I mean me. I’ll get to it someday. Sometimes the can of crazy is bigger than I imagined. Who knows though - maybe I’ve discovered something useful.
In my defense, I feel very strongly about my jumping on my momentum train when it gets a-chugging so since I didn’t have the proper equipment, I used what was available - glue, kitty litter, paint and paper. No creepy crawlies seem to have made their way in for the last 36 hours so that seems pretty good.
Regardless of my DIY foibles, I am happy to report that this is the first time EVER I’ve not had to throw a bunch of homeless crap into boxes or laundry baskets then hide them in the garage. I’m very satisfied with my progress on this front. I’ve whittled down a lot and while I’m not near achieving the kind of crispness and clarity I’m seeking in this space, I feel I’m getting closer; even the part of “getting there” is surprisingly satisfying.
What I wanted to do was to rip up the vinyl tile, sand the concrete and paint it. Due to lack of time, funds, skill and Bill (who was at work) combined with relentless ambition, I took solo to “fixing” that big, nasty crack and Step 1 of the redo.
First, I tried to fill the hole with Elmer’s glue but it was clearly much deeper than I thought. So I considered my options and decided to fill the crack with clumping *kitty litter* then I painted over it THEN I stuck newspaper to it because the glue from the vinyl was much more sticky then I imagines THEN I laid rubber mats over the whole darn floor until Bill can fix and finish it...no, *of course* I mean me. I’ll get to it someday. Sometimes the can of crazy is bigger than I imagined. Who knows though - maybe I’ve discovered something useful.
In my defense, I feel very strongly about my jumping on my momentum train when it gets a-chugging so since I didn’t have the proper equipment, I used what was available - glue, kitty litter, paint and paper. No creepy crawlies seem to have made their way in for the last 36 hours so that seems pretty good.
Regardless of my DIY foibles, I am happy to report that this is the first time EVER I’ve not had to throw a bunch of homeless crap into boxes or laundry baskets then hide them in the garage. I’m very satisfied with my progress on this front. I’ve whittled down a lot and while I’m not near achieving the kind of crispness and clarity I’m seeking in this space, I feel I’m getting closer; even the part of “getting there” is surprisingly satisfying.