I'm not much of a writer anymore, but here we go with a journal.
|I woke up this morning with a to-do list: go for a run, wash and hang the laundry, then get spackling. I've wanted to paint over the hideous plywood paneling in Kid A's room for thirty years, and today was the day to prep the walls. (Yes, 30 years. Talk about procrastinating...)
Raining too hard to go running.
Raining much too hard to even think about hanging the wash.
The spackle I thought was ready to go turned out to be a dried out but somehow still moldy mess, with a helpful message printed on the plastic tub warning me not to use this product any later than 2008.
Raining too hard to bike down to the hardware store and get more.
So my morning went to an even more procrastinatable project: cleaning up my computer desktop. Ew. But I did maybe half of it. Then ate lunch and threw myself down next to the cat curled up on my bed and took such a massive nap you'd think I'd spent the morning mountain climbing.
Post-nap, the rain had turned to drizzle, so I was able to make it to Ace Hardware and pick up some fresh spackle. The Willy Street Ace Hardware has to be the best hardware store in America. It's got narrow aisles, 80 million different kinds of nails, crap shoved into every corner and hanging from the ceiling. Also unfinished wood floors, upon which an aged dog occasionally wanders in off the street and falls asleep. You can't go wrong with this place.
Though of course nowadays, you have to call in your order, pay over the phone, and come pick up your spackle on a shelf out in the parking lot.