Doctor's Orders

Well, it looks like I am going to have to put the room on hold for about a week, as the doctor has put me on a new med that will have some side effects, such as light headedness, dizziness, and possibly blacking out, so I can't do anything strenuous, and especially can't climb any ladders. *sigh*.

Two Steps Forward One Step Back...

Well, to make a long story short, the tape just wasn't working. I started to put down the second tape on the ceiling and the bubbles started appearing everywhere. I came to the conclusion that taping and bedding is not for the novice, nor for the faint of heart. After fooling around with it for a while and trying in vain to lay another layer of tape over a bubbled layer in vain hopes that the bubbles would just disappear, I just started taking down the tape. I'd rather go the long way and do it right than do a crappy job and get it over with. Of course the best thing would be to just do it right the first time...then we wouldn't be having this conversation. My daughter would be back in her bedroom and ecstatically happy and I could be moving on to some other waiting projects that need to be finished.

New Hope

It was with great interest that I read the comment on yesterday's post. I went to the link and read it all. I hadn't planned on doing any work on the room today, but as I passed it on my way out the back door I thought...why not? I first went to the hardware store and stocked up on some new tools and a great big giant gynormous tub of j.c. With all the new info fresh in my mind things went extremely well and I ended up working in there most of the night.
Thanks again to the Head Lemur. Your post comment was an enormous help. I can't believe I had an entire night with no tears, no cussing and I didn't even throw any power tools. Life is good.

Frustration

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.