Thursday, April 16, 2009
The morning sun coming in through the front door. Sometimes when things are not going well I have to put my mind on the things I like about the house, rather than the things that make me want to run screaming straight to the looney bin.
Well, I thought I was done with the taping, but I just wasn't happy with it. Previously I had been using the net stuff to tape the walls (you will remember that I have no idea what I'm doing, everything is an experiment, and a learning experience), but the guy at the hardware store talked me into just the thin paper tape. I liked this so much that I decided to re tape all my seams. yup, that's me, doin' everything at least twice, before I get it right. *sigh*. So I re-taped yesterday, and today began sanding. Before long I was covered in joint compound dust and my hands were joint compound clubs. It was in my hair and I know I must have looked rather "ghostly". Actually I think the word is ghastly.
For some reason the tape was just not adhering correctly. Even though I was careful to get out all the air bubbles, I thought, once dry they just popped right back up. This is not going to look good in the finished product. At one point I plopped my fancy mudding knife back into the j.c. pot and just sat down on the steps and cried for a few minutes, with my dust covered cheeks in my j.c. clubbed hands. I am beginning to wonder if this project is EVER going to be finished or I am I going to be in j.c. limbo forever? And when it IS finally done is the finished product going to be worth the two years of blood, sweat, and tears I have poured into it? I decided to take a break for a while and went into the coffee lounge for a while. I picked up my Bible, (I washed my hands first) and opened it to today's passage, Psalm 63. As I read, my self pity began to ebb away and pretty soon I felt OK again. There is nothing like a Psalm in the middle of the day to sooth the renovation blues.