| Monday, June 16, 2003 |
11:35 - The Last Mile
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In case anybody's wondering why I haven't done any posting all weekend, well, it's because I've been painting all weekend. Again, yes. With conscripted labor, yes. Lance sat at the end of the upstairs hallway, cross-legged on a dais above a large kettle drum that he beat slowly with two massive mallets, the monotonous rolling rhythm infusing itself as a tic into all our muscles as we rolled the paint onto the walls in a grim, teeth-clenched unison.
But we made it. Though I spent most of the day up in Marin chortling and reminiscing and feasting with family who had flown out from Georgia and driven down from Ukiah, I got back just in time to help tie up all the loose ends, help finish untaping the trim, and dispose of the mountains of detritus and painting crap that had become piled on every flat carpeted surface. And now all the actual painting is done, the carpets are clear, and the Carpeteria installer should be arrivingggggg......... rightaboutnow.
After which begins the new phase of the marathon: moving. Couches go upstairs. Paint effects and crown molding go onto the bedroom walls. Electrical outlets get replaced where necessary. Bathrooms and kitchen and all non-carpeted areas get painted. Countertop tile gets replaced where it had to be forcibly broken out in order to get the dishwasher into place. Cabinets get refaced. New built-in pantry cabinets get made and installed. Deck gets built. Trees get planted. Front-yard landscaping gets done.
And some dire catastrophe occurs that I can't accurately predict, but that I know must be coming simply because it hasn't happened yet.
I hope it's nothing worse than the fact that I seem to have run out of checks with which to pay the carpet installers.
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