baby steps
Don’t worry. This has nothing to do with babies. (In fact, last week when I was sitting at a dinner table between my friends with their six week old and their friend with her two year old and their other friend, dad of a three year old, and the mom of the two year old asked me – in a brief pause between picking up dropped sushi and a tablewide conversation about poop – Do you think about having a baby?, I answered Not Really so fast, she looked like I slapped her. But I digress.)Instead, this has to do with the small – and I mean very, very small – progress I have been making with the house.
Since my weekends have been busy with hiking about and bike shopping and hanging out with Operaman’s kids (who, at 9 and 11, do not throw sushi, and deal with their own poop), I have come to embrace the Evening Project. The Evening Project begins the second I get home from work, and makes use of the sunlight-till-ten that is Portland in June, and is all about momentum and a dinner made of snacks. In such a manner I was able, last week alone, to pull down the ugly hulking cabinets suspended between my kitchen and dining room, and take the doors off my kitchen cabinets (I hate cabinets), and transfer all my tools from a pointy pile on the floor to a significantly more convenient and less hazardous wall-mounted pegboard in my sunroom.
In summary, my sink still leaks and my wiring is still highly suspicious and last week my oven baked its last bake, but at least now I can find my hammer.
In other “This Hardly Counts As Progress” news, I finally found the lucky excavator who’s going to drill me a new sewer connection. This doesn’t sound like a big deal, but it’s a complicated, expensive job, and I had to get four estimates before I found someone who seemed both competent and not condescending.
I’m gaining an understanding for how house fixing can drag on longer than expected. I’ve already caught myself looking at the faux-wood-paneled walls and thinking That’s a good project for winter. Luckily the same cannot be said of the insulating, or the heating system, or the gutter replacement. Which hopefully will be enough incentive to keep me up late on a ladder, even on schoolnights.
posted by tortaluga @ 4:47 PM
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