Lots of dust
Saturday, September 12, 2009 at 09:13AM
Who would have thought walls could be so elusive?
I have been patching and sanding for four nights. Everyday after work I return to find more cracks that need to be filled, more spots that must be sanded. How come my eyes won't see the first time?
And there was the nasty business of sanding the ceiling, with a mask over my mouth and nose, and work goggles covering my eyes. But the goggles kept fogging up and I couldn't breathe under the mask and all the mosquitoes in Houston thought I was an all-you-can-eat French buffet.
My shoulders hurt, that one leg of the step-ladder was definitely shorter than the other three and it was a dumb idea to bring my cell phone in case of an emergency. The only emergency was the dust that fell in my contact lenses in spite of the goggles. But my cell phone was covered in dust, as were my keys and my hair and the inside of my nostrils.
I know, I know: I shouldn't have removed the mask. I just thought I was the one person on earth who was immune to dust. It's amazing how much dust can fit inside a human nostril, by the way. It's even more amazing how long one can sneeze.
But enough whining. The studio is coming up. I am on my way to Home Depot to buy a filter for the Shop Vac. Dust be gone. This afternoon Stan and I will apply the first coat of paint. Next we will install shelves and find a way to truck the old couch from his house.
I haven't drawn in two weeks and hardly written a line. Impatient to move in.


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