Yesterday was a rough one. One step forward, two steps back. Not complaining though. (Well, maybe a little.) We still did make some progress . . . but it felt like piddling little.
The kitchen is now torn apart more than ever and I'm losing all sense of semblance of order in there. Whenever I try to do anything in the kitchen, I must look a tad demented as I turn slowly in a circle three times before heading in the direction of what I need. Only to discover that's not where it is . . . but, okay, where the heck is it?
Last night when Papa Pea went into the bedroom to get his jammies before showering, he commented we had a bit of a problem. Nah, nothing serious. He was just referring to everything piled on our king-sized bed including cabinet drawers and a double layer of miscellaneous other stuff.
Yesterday was extremely hot and humid which meant the early morning application of mud on the sheet rock patching didn't dry. Kinda unbelievable, but it did not dry all day. We were counting on me being able to paint the walls but can't do that until the sheet rocking is completely done, of course.
I painted the perimeter of the ceiling after taping the walls to get a nice sharp line. Got about one-fourth of the way around when we decided the paint I had chosen had way too much of a shine to it. We dubbed it glow-in-the-dark white. I had to stop and go purchase more paint. (At the hardware store, there were 3 [three!] people in line ahead of me waiting to get paint mixed. Have I ever mentioned patience is not one of my virtues?)
Papa Pea needed to finish the ceiling with a roller but he got involved in the laborious task of sinking screws that were protruding above floor level in preparation for laying tile which we had hoped would happen today, but won't. This meant covering every inch of the floor on hands and knees, taking out the offending screws and sinking new screws in the hole. He didn't start on the ceiling painting until late in the afternoon as natural light disappeared prior to a thunderstorm. Then he found that because of painting white on white, he simply couldn't see well enough to do a decent job.
I decided to take down my painting tape rather than leaving it up all night. The first thing I did was climb too high on the ladder and put the whole top of my head into a part of the freshly painted ceiling. Very wet, very messy, very stoopid. Then when I removed the tape, it pulled off the existing wall paint in about 50% of the places it touched. At least it was just the paint and not the paper covering of the old dry wall. I hope.
There was more, but it's not good to dwell on the less than pleasant. Today is a new day and better weather is forecast so we'll go eat our Fruit Loops (not really) and get on with it. Wishing a good, good day for us here in The Land of Extreme Disorder and for all of you whatever you're about for the day!
the quotidian (10.23.17)
12 hours ago