Tuesday, June 22, 2004
Lost months
I'm now going on five months when the only thing I have to contribute to this blog has been a sort of monthly obligatory I-have-nothing-to-say post. This month is no different.
We finally got grass at our new house. Boy did we ever get grass. My word of advice to anyone thinking that they'd like to have a big yard: think again. Our lot is pie-shaped, being on a cul-de-sac, and goes back about 150-200 feet. It's even wider than that toward the back. Mowing it takes two and a half solid hours of pushing a mower, often uphill. I'm starting to wish I had my old mud yard back. Now that I have an honest, ligitimate reason to get a riding lawn mower, however, I'm finding that it just feels like a cop-out, and that I'm avoiding it. I think I'm punishing myself. Certainly by the time I'm nearly done mowing it I'm thinking to myself "I got exactly what I wanted here, and I was crazy to have wanted it".
I spent the entire winter, and a good deal of the spring (prior to getting the grass) finishing the garage. This was a job that just kept getting bigger and bigger as I did it. The wiring was easy, but then I got started on the drywall, which I had never done before. I quicky developed an acute awareness of how high my garage is. The ceiling is eleven feet from the floor in most places. Lifting a sixty-pound sheet of drywall ten feet up a ladder by yourself, I came soon to realize, is not fun. After it was hung, I proceeded to make a mess of the mudding and finishing. After painting and the installation of all the cabinets you can hardly see all the places where I messed up, though. Or so I tell myself.
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We finally got grass at our new house. Boy did we ever get grass. My word of advice to anyone thinking that they'd like to have a big yard: think again. Our lot is pie-shaped, being on a cul-de-sac, and goes back about 150-200 feet. It's even wider than that toward the back. Mowing it takes two and a half solid hours of pushing a mower, often uphill. I'm starting to wish I had my old mud yard back. Now that I have an honest, ligitimate reason to get a riding lawn mower, however, I'm finding that it just feels like a cop-out, and that I'm avoiding it. I think I'm punishing myself. Certainly by the time I'm nearly done mowing it I'm thinking to myself "I got exactly what I wanted here, and I was crazy to have wanted it".
I spent the entire winter, and a good deal of the spring (prior to getting the grass) finishing the garage. This was a job that just kept getting bigger and bigger as I did it. The wiring was easy, but then I got started on the drywall, which I had never done before. I quicky developed an acute awareness of how high my garage is. The ceiling is eleven feet from the floor in most places. Lifting a sixty-pound sheet of drywall ten feet up a ladder by yourself, I came soon to realize, is not fun. After it was hung, I proceeded to make a mess of the mudding and finishing. After painting and the installation of all the cabinets you can hardly see all the places where I messed up, though. Or so I tell myself.
the garage before and after
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