Entering the Last Phase: Spackling
We're entering the last phases of the move. I spent part of the day spackling. OK, I guess it was actually about 22 minutes. We figured out pretty early on that the plaster walls in this place were impenetrable. I still managed to pound a couple of nails into the walls and hang pictures, but let me tell you, it was a lot of work. And knowing that we'd only be here for a year, I put most of our decorative stuff in the basement and we settled for pictures that didn't need to be hung.
Long story short: there are approximately 20 areas that I had to spackle. A couple of the holes will require a second and possibly third spackling.
Tomorrow's project will involve dragging all of the landlady's cans of paint up out of the dungeon and painting the spots.
I don't know much else. I am in a state of...ennui or something. I was telling my dear mother-in-law last night that this confused time of nothingness reminds me of the days before our wedding. I am a very, very organized person and so I had everything down to the smallest details done weeks before the actual event. I remember that I had nothing to do. It drove me insane because I felt that there had to be something that I needed to be doing. I remember feeling worried that I hadn't put enough of an effort into the event, that if I had put the utmost effort in, I would have had things to do up until the last minute.
I always get this way before a move. I'm hyper-overprepared and so I run out of things to do and then I wander from room to room having this panicky feeling that I'm forgetting to do something, that surely such an important event (as was the wedding) means that I should be hair-tearing-out crazy-busy until we turn the key and pocket our security deposit.
Sigh.
Next Monday we'll be checking into the hotel. This is the last normal Monday we'll have in the house. We spent the day as usual, except for the spackling. Breakfast with cartoons, showers and baths, getting dressed, having stories, snacks, playtime, lunch, naps, trip to the park. I'm trying hard to keep everything as normal as possible.
Anyway. I don't know much else. I'm going to make another post with pictures. Some of them are pictures that Josiah took...it's interesting to view the world from his point of view.
Long story short: there are approximately 20 areas that I had to spackle. A couple of the holes will require a second and possibly third spackling.
Tomorrow's project will involve dragging all of the landlady's cans of paint up out of the dungeon and painting the spots.
I don't know much else. I am in a state of...ennui or something. I was telling my dear mother-in-law last night that this confused time of nothingness reminds me of the days before our wedding. I am a very, very organized person and so I had everything down to the smallest details done weeks before the actual event. I remember that I had nothing to do. It drove me insane because I felt that there had to be something that I needed to be doing. I remember feeling worried that I hadn't put enough of an effort into the event, that if I had put the utmost effort in, I would have had things to do up until the last minute.
I always get this way before a move. I'm hyper-overprepared and so I run out of things to do and then I wander from room to room having this panicky feeling that I'm forgetting to do something, that surely such an important event (as was the wedding) means that I should be hair-tearing-out crazy-busy until we turn the key and pocket our security deposit.
Sigh.
Next Monday we'll be checking into the hotel. This is the last normal Monday we'll have in the house. We spent the day as usual, except for the spackling. Breakfast with cartoons, showers and baths, getting dressed, having stories, snacks, playtime, lunch, naps, trip to the park. I'm trying hard to keep everything as normal as possible.
Anyway. I don't know much else. I'm going to make another post with pictures. Some of them are pictures that Josiah took...it's interesting to view the world from his point of view.
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Maybe you could pull out your knitting?