Lateshoes

It is officially the end of times…because sitting in our bedroom (pictured right) is a drum sander rented from Home Depot, with a 24 hour time clock ticking…and so. it. begins.

The plan was to start this morning – but, we hit a few MORE snags. 1. The stupid block of subfloor by the front door (see picture below). 2. Some very stubborn areas that needed to be filled. So fine. We got all of that done – and let me just blow my own balls for a second and tell you how I drilled holes and chiseled the shit out of the stupid subfloor block and then very macho-ly pried it up.

Then -  we went to Home Depot to actually get the sander and the rental guy asked us how old our floors were and then informed us that a lot of houses in Utah were originally finished with Linseed oil in the early 1900′s – and Linseed oil gums up sanders and needs to be stripped with chemicals before sanding. He asked if we’d tried sanding it all yet – and shiiiiiiit…of course we hadn’t. So we had to go home and test it before going back to get the friggin thing.

We used our little orbital sanders to test it out and I guess it was fine because it actually looked like it was sanding, but how the hell should I know? I’ve never done this before -Alas, settling emotionally on the fact that if we don’t get started on this project this weekend – Lars will be forced to commit me to the “tired hospital” – we decided very logically –fuck it! Why not?

After all, I checked all over the internet for this “linseed” bullshit and couldn’t find anything – and if it’s not on the internet, it must not be true, right?

So, tomorrow morning – we’re going for it. Let’s hope for my sanity’s sake that it works. Otherwise I’ll be writing the rest of this month’s blogs from Bellevue.

I’m sitting in the MultiMedia Center, typing on a foreign computer to pass the time while waiting for yet ANOTHER meeting. I absolutely love my job and have never been happier to do something for 8 hours a day, but would someone let me do it?! Ugh. It’s my own fault – I agreed to be on these committees – because that’s what people who want to get ahead do – and I know I wouldn’t even have the sweet job I do now – without being a committee-bitch – but, STILL.

I’m tired. I’m sick and I’m cranky and I’d rather have trolls nibble on my girl balls then go to another meeting right now.

This weekend was such a bust. All of our good intentions to FINALLY sand the floors went out the window Friday night when the sniffles, headaches and body aches began. I’ve made all sorts of commitments in my head to get tiny parts of the project done during the week – I could easily start filling in the holes, repairing the messed up planks etc… but, will I?

What it all boils down to is this: I have to finish this bloody project – my brain needs a place of peace and beauty to detox. I’m so tired of the constant loop of plan, avoid, guilt, plan, avoid, guilt. So. very. tired. I want time and brain space to be creative again. I want to write things, make things, sing things – but all of that energy is bogged down in this one place and I’ve got no one to blame but myself.

Of course all of this could just be the Theraflu talking. Shut up, Theraflu!