Week 4 |
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There definitely was a Zen
experience to sanding the floor for so long. The urge to quit and say "ah,
that's good enough" is overpowered by the realization that you're going to
polyurethane over whatever's there and for the rest of my natural life this
floor is going to be saying: "So, this is Kyle's attention to detail." So, the
fridge is going to stay in the living room for a little while longer and I'll be
back at work with a random orbit palm sander for a few hours a night fixing
things up. It takes 20% of the time to do 90% of the work and that last 10% is the kind of stuff you don't wish upon high school bullies. It involves lots of sitting in the exact same spot for hours while nothing happens. You gauge your progress by looking at your watch only on the hour and thinking "yes! it is a slight shade lighter!" |
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If I were a better neighbor, I'd worry that I was keeping people awake with all this drilling, sanding, and hammering. They must think I'm building an ark or something. I don't even know my neighbors names. That's life in the city though. Everybody shoved close together and so far apart. When my friend Joe moved into his new house in the burbs, his neighbors rushed from their houses to help move sofas and furniture. Then they snuck into his yard the first night and put 50 pink plastic flamingos in the lawn with a "welcome to our neighborhood" sign. It was a lot like Stepford. But it seems kind of nice. |
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