My time has been full of late. Full of projects. Some still linger, waiting to be completed. Others are done. Thank goodness for those that are done! I have taken this weekend off, but must complete what remains unfinished soon because my cruise is coming up and by the time we return from that, it will be outside project time. See? Projects are like The Blob – spreading, consuming, absorbing. Satisfying.
To the dining area first – where the wall was painted and furniture rearranged. Right now it looks like this
and needed to move the tree to the corner behind the couch. You see? For all things there is a reason. The reason for the furniture rearrangement was two-fold: the couch sat along the wall in front of the three windows but it blocked too much of the windows to suit me. The chairs were along the end wall, forming an L-shape of furniture. I grew weary of that. It seemed to be “furniture-all-in-a-row”. Boring. Tiresome. Change needed. Change accomplished.
And then there was that glass tile I bought for the kitchen backsplash. The tile I bought last May, but never installed because I knew it was a job that required a good block of time without interruption. So the tile lived in the garage with all of the needed supplies, waiting patiently. Waiting. This is what it looked like before:
I learned some things when I did the grouting. I learned I hate grouting these little tiles with all of these joints. I learned that grout does not necessarily hide a multitude of sins, but actually emphasizes a multitude of sins, to my eyes at least. I learned that there is no such thing as completely level – my cabinets have this ever so-slight off-level thing going on, therefore the pre-installed blue tiles (which I had learned earlier on could not be removed unless I was willing to have drywall replaced) were not completely level, which means. . . I’ll let you guess on that one. I learned that even though the instructions on the box tell you to mix the whole ten pounds at once, that’s a bad idea. At least when the grouter is very slow in her work. I learned that as a result, I’ll be buying more grout before I finish the on-going project in the utility room (that’s another story). But finally the tile was grouted, cleaned and things put back on the counter
because the grout cannot be sealed until Monday. However, the grout will wait to be sealed until after I’ve purchased sealer in a spray bottle because what I bought is in a bottle with a little brush – you know what that means, right? Yep. I am not, I repeat NOT, going to stand there and brush each little seam with the sealer in the bottle with the little brush. Nope. I refuse. Not gonna do that!
I hear you, you know. You’re saying “she said there were projects completed – what projects are those?” Well, the completed project (I should not have used the plural obviously) is the rearranging of the furniture in the family room. See? One project done! We won’t talk about the number of projects (plural works there) undone. Much talk at least. Since I’ve already talked about them.
Today? Today I’ll watch Olympics. And maybe diddle around a little bit with odds and ends. Or not. I’m not punching a time clock. I have only to answer to me. And maybe you, now that I’ve brought it up.