Die Another Day

Yes, yes, I was not blown to smithereens during the night. Although it might be preferable considering what awaits me over the next two days.

The #*&$*# polyurethane still hasn't dried and it's been twelve, count 'em, twelve hours. I'm going to tiptoe into the room, en pointe, no less, close the windows and set the a/c to just above freezing.

I've got a bunch of errands to run before I get back to it, but the plan of the moment is, when I get back home at around noon to put on the required second coat and let it set for 24 hours.

Then the room is mine, all mine, and I will begin painting. (Of course I'll test the floor to make sure all is well first.) I know this is ass-backwards, but I rented the sander and had to get the floor done first.

I realize now how much I haven't done with Ma Maisonette during The Wilderness Years. I don't even remember the last time I washed the windows and that used to be like a religion to me. There is much to be done.

I foresee a very busy Autumn ahead of me. And actually, I'm kind of glad about it.

Still, despite the work that awaits me, I'm building in some pleasures as well.

I'm going for flapjacks this morning for breakfast.

I am going to treat myself to the labeler.

Home Depot actually had labelers right next to the super-duper levelers. Do you think they realize they have an OCD department?

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Ow ow ow

I didn't realize I still have muscles. I do. And every single one of them is singing to me this morning.

And talk about domestic abuse - Ma Maisonette beat me up yesterday. I have a walnut-sized lump on my shoulder, at least a dozen bruises on my legs, and more still on my arms.

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More than once yesterday as I was lugging stuff from one room to another, I thought - why do I have all this crap? Well, I think soon I won't. It's going out. A major purge will take place gradually at Ma Maisonette during the next several month.

All this stuff just bugs me.