I feel as if I haven’t been holding up my end of the blogitude. After last Friday’s small (but challenging, don’t you think?) freedom question, I meant to post meatier content within a day or two.
But the spring construction bug bit me. I’ve been even farther offline than usual the last five days, taping, mudding, and painting.
Then The Wandering Monk became unexpectedly available for indoor projects (thank you rain, rain, rain). And we’ve been working on this:
Those French doors (bought on some great sale, of course; never do it any other way) have been leaning against my living room wall for years. Before that, they leaned against the walls of other rooms until, one-by-one, those rooms rose to the top of the project agenda and the giant box-o-doors had to be shifted once again.
What a relief finally to see the doors installed in an actual doorway. I have clever plans for homemade sidelights, too. More on that in some future blog. When and if my clever plan works.
Later today the Monk and I will move on to the last drywalling project. The last one in the entire house. Never thought we’d see the day. It’s just a few short walls, but with lots of complications (demolition, minor re-framing, shimming, moving an electrical box). Thus it’s a Monk-and-me job, not a solo project.
Very satisfying to be in the stage of nice little finishing jobs. I’m so glad the days of house-jacking and replacing rotted walls are behind us! So glad we’re no longer starting our days discussing what to do in case the house falls on us.
Still, the upshot of this work bug is that I haven’t even been checking emails, let alone Posting Profundities to the blog.
With no ‘Net, I’ve had NO news for days. The Monk (who also has no home Internet and little time to sit around surfing) asked me what was going on in the world and for once I was pleased to say I have NO freakin’ idea.
Well, that’s not strictly true. I know there are severe floods around the country because a friend is caught in one and I’m on extended dogsitting duty until she can make her way home. I hope any of you who are caught in more serious parts of the mess are okay.
I’ve also listened to NPR while making three-mile round trips to the lumber yard and hardware store, so I’ve learned “immigrants good, racism bad, guns terrible, and Trump worse.” But I’m not sure that should be considered “news” where NPR is concerned.
Otherwise, I’m in infoless bliss.
Still, the Monk and I talk freedom and religion (along with the madness of crooked old houses) and I fully expect I’ll soon be fueled up with blogitude again.
In the meantime, thank you for your wonderfully creative answers to the Friday autobiography question. And take care, wherever you are and whatever Mother Nature might be doing to you.