house rules #4

Today's word is spackle.

Mirrorthaw and heres_luck stripped the ghastly wallpaper off the wall in the big front bedroom. Mirrorthaw did more plaster repair, and h.l., after most valiantly measuring all the windows and radiators, even more valiantly cleaned the scary-ass sink and cupboards in her front room. (Why there's a sink there we're still not sure.) And at various times both of them joined me in the spackling.

I spackled. Full stop. Small front bedroom, the hall, the front staircase down into the foyer, which is where I was when Mirrorthaw said, "It's 6:40. What say we call it a night?"

There's this new and rather disturbing sort of spackle that goes on pink and dries white. It's like splodging one's walls with raspberry ice-cream colored play-doh.

We also went out and bought a big trash-can with wheels, and a new light-fixture for the foyer. The one there currently is perfectly nice, but it seems to have been designed to hoard light rather than to shed it. Which is not really so helpful in one's front hall.

The joints of my hand hurt. Perhaps my spackling technique needs work.

bookkeeping

For the Fourth of July weekend in toto, words on Kekropia: 494

Verdict: Considering (a.) how busy I've been, (b.) how tired I've been, and (c.) how much time I've spent in places and occupations where writing is simply not even possible, I'm actually pretty pleased. Not, you know, ecstatic or smug, but pleased.

And you're stopping because ... ? Dude. Sleep.