Forever playing catch-up
It feels like I’m forever playing catch-up. My regular job gets pushed to the side twice a year by the Gazette Charities (it’s currently Camp Fund time), and the Charities get pushed to the side when marketing reports are needed or other more pressing projects crop up. I’m never caught up anymore. Can’t remember the last time I was. And now I’m trying to squeeze in a day off here and there to work on the house. Thank God for caffeine.
I took off a few days last week during Celeste’s spring break, and together, along with her friend Bre, we ripped up all the first floor carpets on the new house. We still haven’t closed on this new house, by the way, but the owners have moved out and gave us the key. It’ll close soon. I’m not worried. And if something does happen and it doesn’t, well, the work sure was fun. I’ve never ripped up old carpets before.
Celeste and Bre were a huge help. I was totally impressed with how much work those two did and how competent they were with tools and a paint brush. We put in three full days at the house and they never complained or asked when we could leave. We did a bit of jousting with mops and brooms, and they took a few walks around the neighborhood hoping to find some kids, but for the most part, they hardly stopped.
We found beautiful oak floors under the carpet that I couldn’t be happier with. There are a few spots, like where a threshhold used to be, that will need replaced, but there’s enough wood on the floors in the closets for me to rob from that I should be able to match things up fine.
I love doing this sort of thing. It suits me far better than a desk job. I wish there was some way I could be good enough and fast enough at it that I could do it for a living. I’d be so much happier (and so much less stressed).
