Wrestling with inanimate objects
I have spent the day wrestling with things at work. This morning I spent quite a bit of time trying to de-ice the barn door. We are hosting a traveling exhibit in February and we need more wall space. We have quite a few false walls in the barn. Silly me wanted to go inside and measure a couple to see if they fit our needs. The door is suppose to slide open. I cleared the path of the door from snow and realized ice had formed in the sliding ruts. I brought out 2 hot coffee pots of water to melt the ice, still the door would not budge. I think the sliding wheels at the top of the water are frozen. I can't reach them safely at the moment. I guess the false walls are going to wait.
In the early afternoon I wrestled with a banner. One of our trustees made a banner from a blue tarp with foamy letters and images to advertise our train and doll house exhibit. We originally had it on the stand in front of the museum that lets the public know we are open. However, a co-worker accidentally pulled it out of the frozen ground and could not get it back in. For a week, it lived in the bathroom where we store our banner. However, the trustee complained that it was not out and it became a political hot potato. The week before Christmas we put it up on the front porch, tying it to one of the marble pillars and underneath a steel pipe. Somehow it came down and someone stuffed it in our road salt box. Up until this morning it had been lying flat in the textile room. Then my boss directed me to put it up again. It was so difficult to put it up by myself. I was precariously perched on a wobbly ladder in two inches of snow. My fingers froze as I tried to tie a knot to secure the banner and for the life of me, I couldn't get it level. After an hour of trying, I gave up. I will probably be out there again at my boss' insistence. "It must be level."
Now I wrestle with finishing the work day. I am mentally and physically exhausted and day dream of my nice warm bed at home.
In the early afternoon I wrestled with a banner. One of our trustees made a banner from a blue tarp with foamy letters and images to advertise our train and doll house exhibit. We originally had it on the stand in front of the museum that lets the public know we are open. However, a co-worker accidentally pulled it out of the frozen ground and could not get it back in. For a week, it lived in the bathroom where we store our banner. However, the trustee complained that it was not out and it became a political hot potato. The week before Christmas we put it up on the front porch, tying it to one of the marble pillars and underneath a steel pipe. Somehow it came down and someone stuffed it in our road salt box. Up until this morning it had been lying flat in the textile room. Then my boss directed me to put it up again. It was so difficult to put it up by myself. I was precariously perched on a wobbly ladder in two inches of snow. My fingers froze as I tried to tie a knot to secure the banner and for the life of me, I couldn't get it level. After an hour of trying, I gave up. I will probably be out there again at my boss' insistence. "It must be level."
Now I wrestle with finishing the work day. I am mentally and physically exhausted and day dream of my nice warm bed at home.