Tuesday, June 28, 2005
When last you were here, the epic struggle of man vs. the Honey-Do list was in full swing. The action had been halted to allow for trash disposal and refueling. An onion roll stuffed with some mortadella, salami, bologna, and a slice of cheddar cheese, swathed in mayonnaise constituted the necessary fuel required before work could resume.
That resumption, at 12:30, had me filling a bucket with hot water and mixing in some bleach. Standing on a chair, I next scraped about four or five spots on the ceiling where some chipping paint had ben threatening to fall, I helped it along.
~~I probably don't need to tell anyone, but scrubbing a ceiling to remove mildew spots, is not a natural activity for the shoulders and arms of a man. This is especially true when one is closer to the door marked '60' than it's '50' counterpart. The larger open spaces were scrubbed with a long-handled stiff brush. The tests of my mettle though, were the corners and that point where wall and ceiling met.
~~An unscheduled, but necessary break was taken after the ceiling had been scrubbed. While the circulation was returning to my aching arms, I decided to utilize the facilites. Not a bad deal, that wheen you need to use a bathroom, you happen to be in one.
~~It was while i was in that less than dignifying but appropriate position, that I remembered the window. That's right, the window that was at that moment sans treatments. From where I sat, my first floor bathroom was syzygial to the neighbor's upstairs bedroom window.
~~Whether anyone was behind that darkened window, I didn't know. Had there been someone there, they weren't going to see anything more, they most likely had already seen what I had to offer. As such, and to let them know all was well with the world, I waved and saluted. It felt good knowing that they knew everything had come out okay! (Ahem.)
~~The peep-show raree over and my contribution to the world's dwindling sea level well on its way, I returned to work. After scraping the door and its woodwork, I once again grabbed the scrub brush and commenced to attack the walls and woodwork. ~~By the times the walls had been scrubbed it was 4PM. Knowing that they would be needed tonight and tomorrow morning, I replaced the shower curtain rod and rehung the liner and shower curtain. The toiletries were left in the box and placed under the sink. I stood in the doorway looking into the bathroom. Except for the wallpaper, it nearly looked unchanged.
~~It had taken all day just to prepare the bathroom for the next phase. But phase two wouldn't happen until day two of the Honey-Do vacation. Day two, well is another chapter, a chapter that as yet hasn't been written. A preview: day two will feature painting.
~~Coming soon to a blog near you, a tale so vast in scale that it could not be told in one posting, and could only be called "Honey-Doings: Part III."
~ (Baby Huey, I guess could represent the baby in me? Beany & Cecil on a cruise - perhaps where I'd rather be? Ah, the Plugger, he who fixes things against all odds!)
Curmudgeon responsible for this post: Hale McKay at 12:05 AM