May
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When Houses Attack
May 3, 2007 |
Still working at the Austin house. Gah.
Part of it isn’t quite my fault, as my wife was sick this week and I had to spend Monday and Tuesday taking care of her. But aside from that, true to form, things continue to be much more difficult than they should be of late, as far as pretty much anything I touch at that house.
Much of the blame, though, rests squarely on my tired, dumb shoulders. Like managing to put on all of the lower kitchen cabinet doors upside down. And I actually pondered, for about three seconds, of just leaving them like that, with the handles about four inches from the floor. I mean, hey, a family of midgets would really appreciate that feature, right?
I’m also gimping around pretty good, after managing to sprain the crap out of my big toe today. I wish I had an exciting war story but, umm, no. Stepped on something sharp in the garage in my socks and jumped back onto my other foot, which didn’t quite respond correctly, with my toe getting caught underneath it during my ninja-like leap. Sweet.
Knock on wood, but the finish line is very much in sight (no, really, it is), and everything should be knocked out by this weekend. I keep telling myself it’s been a good learning experience, and it has, but it’s way past time to get my butt out of there and over to the Main St. house. I definitely fell victim to the “But I’ve already done A, B, and C, why not go ahead and do D? disease, and I think I’ve already zipped through the alphabet and started over again at the beginning. People buy less than perfect houses each and every day. Time to move on.
