Waiting for my ruca

I know that my last post was about procrastination but I really intended to get right to the sanding.

Really.

But the lawn really needed to be mowed. Then I couldn’t mow it because I found a rabbit nest so I had to put up a temporary fence to keep my dog out. The next night I came home and discovered that one baby rabbit was missing so I had to search the yard to find him (which I did) and put him back (which I did after a photo).

Then I really had to clean the garage because it was a mess and you never know when you’re going to have company and when your company will want to have a party in the garage.

Then I was going to get to the sanding but instead the wife and I went to the beach for a long weekend.

Then –and this is not my fault –a hurricane hit my neighborhood and I spend an entire night bailing out my basement bucket by bucket to make sure that the rising water didn’t damage my boiler or furnace. I won. But wifey had the nerve to be traveling in Europe (for business, allegedly) during the hurricane and I was on my own. I guess it was for the best since I was drunk for the entire weekend and there was no power so it would have been impossible to drown my drunk ranting out with Project Runway.

Today I took off from work and sanded the walls. Now it’s time for a second coat and then more sanding.

But first, I really need to clean those gutters. Or maybe read that Tolstoy book I’ve been meaning to read.

We’re on the tape, we’re fresh out the box

Wifey and I got the first coat of joint compound up on the walls last weekend. If you haven’t done this before you probably think that the next logical steps are sanding and a second coat of compound. If you have sanded joint compound before you know that now is the time for serious procrastination because sanding that first coat really sucks.

For example, in the last two days I somehow injured my pinkie (which is the most important finger for sanding), decided to reconfigure the amplifiers in my Jeep, and spend an entire day building Lego castles with my nephews. When I finally had a few spare hours yesterday I decided that my bathroom really needed a good (and lengthy) scrubbing.

Eventually we’ll get to the sanding.

These boots are made for walking

I finished up the drywall last week. I also made my first and hopefully last trip to the doctor for this project.

Second batch of drywall was $51.48 bringing the total to $601.42.

After stepping on a nail that almost went through my foot and trying to hide my limp for a week, wifey said, “When was the last time you had a tetanus shot?” I muttered something unintelligible and tried harder to hide the limp.

Then the next day I stepped on a small shaving of scrap metal from the corner bead I was putting up. I cut my other foot. Wifey gave me a look. I went to the doctor. He looked at my foot and asked why I wasn’t wearing boots. He gave me the same look. He gave me the tetanus shot.