Thursday, December 25
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gottawonderToday I am grateful for:
Sleep, though my Sweetie has been letting me sleep too late. Usually the cats wake me up, but if he feeds them early, they don't wake me up.
We chose to just be at home today, which is nice.
We really didn't do much. I threw some pottery out in the garage, since we DO have our wheel set up there now.
It was nice to not be in a hurry, since pottery class now feels like I never have enough time to relax and enjoy the process; I'm always watching the clock there.
I was able to throw a couple of potentially nice pieces.
My Sweetie worked on the floor in the future bedroom a bit.
I shake my head at all of this. He always talks like all he really needs is one good weekend and that floor will take "no time at all once I actually get going on it". Somehow, in his head, it is a simple thing, and it will take "no time" OR he's come to a complete stop because of some quasi imaginary problem that he just shrugs and makes it sound like we have to do some other crazy thing like pack up everything in our current bedroom (next to the future bedroom) and live in the living room so he can cut the door between the two rooms to properly lay the flooring.
That was literally what he said last winter, is that if I wanted the floor done in there we would have to sleep in the living room, which I really resisted because I am smart enough to recognize that the work wouldn't be done "in a weekend" which is somehow what he always promises. I knew if I moved the bed into the living room we'd be doing that for a year.
Then with only the smallest reconsideration this winter, he looked at it again and found a way around having to cut the door all the way through the wall, and he's on his way again.
He forgets that projects like this NEVER get done in a weekend. Today he only got a few more boards laid down. He had issues with the floor nailer, issues with old varnish on the reclaimed wood, and on and on. This is what happens. He thinks "I'll get so much done if I work for two hours today" but this is old reclaimed wood, and he's never done this kind of work, so he's running into issue after issue, and no actual progress happens.
This is why he NEEDS to set aside FULL DAYS of work on it. Not an hour. Eight hours in a day. Then another eight hour day, until it is FINISHED. Not one hour every other day, then shrug at the end of the holidays and say "well, I'll get some time off this summer".
He's promised this time to have the floor installed (not sanded and varnished, he retracted that promise a few days ago even though initially he did say he could have the whole thing done) in this holiday break.
Well, the break is about half way done, and he's dedicated an hour here, and an hour there, and as actual results got about six inches width, (the whole length of the floor one way, six inches or so wide)laid.
I talked with him about it again tonight, in a reasonable manner, and he felt that now that he's ironed out a lot of the kinks, he should make better progress. I hope so.
We ate and watched "Oppenheimer", a very long, pretty dry in places film that was confusing in how it was done with back and forth timelines, but overall a compelling movie.
Sleep, though my Sweetie has been letting me sleep too late. Usually the cats wake me up, but if he feeds them early, they don't wake me up.
We chose to just be at home today, which is nice.
We really didn't do much. I threw some pottery out in the garage, since we DO have our wheel set up there now.
It was nice to not be in a hurry, since pottery class now feels like I never have enough time to relax and enjoy the process; I'm always watching the clock there.
I was able to throw a couple of potentially nice pieces.
My Sweetie worked on the floor in the future bedroom a bit.
I shake my head at all of this. He always talks like all he really needs is one good weekend and that floor will take "no time at all once I actually get going on it". Somehow, in his head, it is a simple thing, and it will take "no time" OR he's come to a complete stop because of some quasi imaginary problem that he just shrugs and makes it sound like we have to do some other crazy thing like pack up everything in our current bedroom (next to the future bedroom) and live in the living room so he can cut the door between the two rooms to properly lay the flooring.
That was literally what he said last winter, is that if I wanted the floor done in there we would have to sleep in the living room, which I really resisted because I am smart enough to recognize that the work wouldn't be done "in a weekend" which is somehow what he always promises. I knew if I moved the bed into the living room we'd be doing that for a year.
Then with only the smallest reconsideration this winter, he looked at it again and found a way around having to cut the door all the way through the wall, and he's on his way again.
He forgets that projects like this NEVER get done in a weekend. Today he only got a few more boards laid down. He had issues with the floor nailer, issues with old varnish on the reclaimed wood, and on and on. This is what happens. He thinks "I'll get so much done if I work for two hours today" but this is old reclaimed wood, and he's never done this kind of work, so he's running into issue after issue, and no actual progress happens.
This is why he NEEDS to set aside FULL DAYS of work on it. Not an hour. Eight hours in a day. Then another eight hour day, until it is FINISHED. Not one hour every other day, then shrug at the end of the holidays and say "well, I'll get some time off this summer".
He's promised this time to have the floor installed (not sanded and varnished, he retracted that promise a few days ago even though initially he did say he could have the whole thing done) in this holiday break.
Well, the break is about half way done, and he's dedicated an hour here, and an hour there, and as actual results got about six inches width, (the whole length of the floor one way, six inches or so wide)laid.
I talked with him about it again tonight, in a reasonable manner, and he felt that now that he's ironed out a lot of the kinks, he should make better progress. I hope so.
We ate and watched "Oppenheimer", a very long, pretty dry in places film that was confusing in how it was done with back and forth timelines, but overall a compelling movie.
