my life, of late, in pictures.
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dragonlady7Beginning here in my Flickr photostream, there are about 30 photos of what I've been up to lately. Most of them involve Chita one way or another.
Except the ones that involve the repainting.
Yes, we're doing more repainting than just the hallway. Starting with the living room.
Painting is fiendishly difficult. Always one more problem to solve, always some issue. I started off with such terrible cramps on Saturday morning that I was dizzy. Nonetheless, I worked all day. I even collapsed a bit in the evening [I don't mean took a nap, I mean lost my balance, sat down hard, lay down on the floor, and couldn't get up for about 10 minutes], but managed to get up and work more. Then I had an allergic reaction to the primer, I think. My whole body came up itchy and I was in torment. Z made me get in the shower. I turned it on hot and immediately was better. Except where I'd broken the skin, scratching with my long nails.
The whole weekend was hell, spattered and dripped-on and messed up and fucked-up and peeling and not applied properly and bumped against and things stuck to the paint and so on. I even got my clothes, twice, and hair, once, caught in the wires where we'd taken the thermostat off the wall, and the third time I had to stand there howling while I waited for Z to come free me, as my hands were full of containers of paint and solvent, and I couldn't reach the floor to put them down.
But Z and I never argued, not even for a moment. We were sweet to one another, handled each crisis smoothly, avoided any inflammation of one another's bad moods, and generally had a complete blast. To the point that both of us are sulking to be at work today and would rather be at home working on the happy yellow place. We're both just so excited about this, about making a choice about our surroundings, about doing something constructive and positive, about having something just the way we want it-- this is the first time we've ever been able to do something like this. We were always either renting someplace we didn't like that much, or working opposite schedules, or totally broke. Now we've got income, some time together, and finally, feel enough at home here that we feel like we can bother. I've never really felt enough permanence in a place to bother with redecoration. Hell, even hanging pictures on the walls is more than I usually do.
So I feel really good, if extremely sore and rather tired. I just wish I didn't have to be at work. I would, and I can't believe I'm saying this, rather be at home struggling with the repainting of high-gloss trim.
Except the ones that involve the repainting.
Yes, we're doing more repainting than just the hallway. Starting with the living room.
Painting is fiendishly difficult. Always one more problem to solve, always some issue. I started off with such terrible cramps on Saturday morning that I was dizzy. Nonetheless, I worked all day. I even collapsed a bit in the evening [I don't mean took a nap, I mean lost my balance, sat down hard, lay down on the floor, and couldn't get up for about 10 minutes], but managed to get up and work more. Then I had an allergic reaction to the primer, I think. My whole body came up itchy and I was in torment. Z made me get in the shower. I turned it on hot and immediately was better. Except where I'd broken the skin, scratching with my long nails.
The whole weekend was hell, spattered and dripped-on and messed up and fucked-up and peeling and not applied properly and bumped against and things stuck to the paint and so on. I even got my clothes, twice, and hair, once, caught in the wires where we'd taken the thermostat off the wall, and the third time I had to stand there howling while I waited for Z to come free me, as my hands were full of containers of paint and solvent, and I couldn't reach the floor to put them down.
But Z and I never argued, not even for a moment. We were sweet to one another, handled each crisis smoothly, avoided any inflammation of one another's bad moods, and generally had a complete blast. To the point that both of us are sulking to be at work today and would rather be at home working on the happy yellow place. We're both just so excited about this, about making a choice about our surroundings, about doing something constructive and positive, about having something just the way we want it-- this is the first time we've ever been able to do something like this. We were always either renting someplace we didn't like that much, or working opposite schedules, or totally broke. Now we've got income, some time together, and finally, feel enough at home here that we feel like we can bother. I've never really felt enough permanence in a place to bother with redecoration. Hell, even hanging pictures on the walls is more than I usually do.
So I feel really good, if extremely sore and rather tired. I just wish I didn't have to be at work. I would, and I can't believe I'm saying this, rather be at home struggling with the repainting of high-gloss trim.
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Date: 2007-08-14 01:18 pm (UTC)People admire my fortitude, determination, patience, etc. But I would NOT have done this with severe cramps and dizzyness.
I think. Maybe I would have at your age ...
Nah.
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Date: 2007-08-14 08:30 pm (UTC)It's different for you-- you've done so much work on your home over such a long time. I've never even painted a wall before, so I really wanted to do it.