We've been up at the church we're renovating, finishing drywall so that the painters can come back to finish the remaining bits. I've never enjoyed drywalling, but it saves money to do it ourselves. I'm also scared of heights. Airplanes and cliffs, no problem, but chairs and stepladders make me feel woozy. So picture me standing on top on a scaffold, dust mask and protective glasses suffocating and blinding me, while I mud and sand the ceiling overhead. Dust raining down on my head, coating me completely. No air conditioning, of course, and it was about 28 celsius in the room I was working in. Completely mud-soaked by the time I finished. I still have one more sanding to do next week. I turned on the Bee Gees to distract myself, though, and at one point found myself dancing on the scaffold, so it was okay and --maybe-- a little fun.
Meanwhile my long-suffering husband was downstairs drywalling and framing out bulkheads and doing all kinds of complicated math, and running back to Mississauga for band events before coming back up. Then we took a day to steam-clean the carpet the tradespeople had messed up downstairs, so we don't have to replace it right away. Bodies aching now.
Came home tonight, mowed the lawn and did three batches of laundry. Tomorrow I will visit with my niece, who is in town for a conference, which will be lovely. Then the next day it's back up to the church to finish the drywalling and start moving furniture downstairs to allow the painters to complete the upstairs in August.
I look at people sitting on their porches in the cool of the evening, and I wonder how on earth they find the time to sit down.
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