Category: ch-ch-changes
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two trips
Wow I hate going to the hardware store twice. I don’t mind going once but that hardly ever happens. I almost always have to go twice. It’s like a physical law of the universe. When I’m working on something that I’ve never worked on before, I have to go get the parts to start working, Read.
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paint rules
The first rule of painting a room is: Cover the floor. Your superpower is not painting without drippage. You will drip. Even if you could be as careful as you think you are, nobody has the intensity to be that careful for the hours and hours it takes to paint a room. You are going Read.
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biffy
I’ve been trying to paint the walls in our bathroom since Sunday. It turns out there’s a pretty good reason some paint costs thirteen bucks a gallon and some of it costs over thirty bucks a gallon. I also learned that you should always buy the expensive stuff when you’re painting your bathroom, unless you’re Read.
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frigid
We slept like babies last night, probably because we’re not used to moving heavy appliances. For months, we’ve been talking about getting a small, second-hand refrigerator to keep at the bottom of the stairs in the basement for beer, soda pop, fresh fruit and various other sundries that fill up the big fridge in the Read.
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beer
The frame is finished, the formica countertop is tightly screwed down, and half the backboard is in place. It’s starting to look as if this is really going to happen. I didn’t do much to the bench tonight, just enough to say I’m still working on it. I added railings between the legs of the Read.
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improve
I’ve spent the morning and part of the afternoon making a few improvements around the house, starting with the book cases in the extra room. It used to be Tim’s room, but we’ve been using it as an office. That’s a highfalutin way of saying we put a desk in there that’s been buried under Read.
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Time out
Hey! This is my last week of near-absolute freedom to do whatever I want before I start my new job on Monday! Yay, me! I think. There are still all kinds of things to do around Our Humble O’Bode before the snow flies, but I don’t know how many of them will get done in Read.
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Up
I didn’t intend to spend all afternoon painting the house but somehow that’s what I ended up doing. It started with the gable over the garage roof. I’ve let that go for quite a while, under pretense of various excuses too ridiculous to try to explain, but because it’s already the third week in September Read.
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Timeline
Eleanor Roosevelt used to write a daily newspaper column called My Day. I’ve read the ones that were considered interesting enough to compile and print in a book (imaginatively titled My Day) and they’re about what you’d get if you went to any random blog, adjusting for the fact that Eleanor had a finger in Read.
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Covered
I’ve always had this far-away, make-believe kind of idea that I might be able to finish painting the house some day. Actually, in most of my “Thank God I’m Finished!” house-painting fantasies I slap the last coat of paint on just moments before I suffer a massive cardiac infarction, or some similar mortally final lightning Read.
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