The rest of the house still looks like a screaming disaster zone /construction area, and for that matter so do I, from weird bruises and cuts to the fact that my hands look like I’ve been wrestling something with fan-blade hands. I was telling my husband I have performed sacrifices of blood on every inch of every new floor. I don’t know if he was impressed or appalled. The expressions are so similar.
BTW you’re not looking at the side of a refrigerator on the right, but at the side of some very old cube-shelves we’ve had since the kids were little. (Look, buying the same shelves all now would set us back $500. We have too much stuff to do to waste that kind of money. I do need to get cubes for my eventual sewing area, (When we get there) but I’m half tempted to get the cheap plastic ones, so as not to put the knife in the account QUITE that deeply.) Of course, before putting them up I spray painted all of them (After saying I wasn’t going to do it because it’s so much work, of course, but I note that I need to bring in one of the little paint bottles and cover up those glaring screws. Although that’s not a big deal in the long run (right?) and the office looks largely as it will look, pending my arranging files and such properly.
Which means I have a place to hide in, when things get to be too much for me. Well, to hide and hopefully to write and resume normal life.
Besides the fact that it’s a relief to have ONE room that looks as it should, it is a much needed reminder of why we’re killing ourselves doing all this work. Because when we’re done the house will (hopefully) look like this, and we can have our life on a more organized and productive pattern. It is the bait for when I don’t feel like doing anything.
Of course, yes, I want to fast forward to when all this is done, and the house all looks like this (well, not exactly like this, since this is a highly personal space with Boris Valejo on the walls, and pictures of the kids growing up, but you know what I mean.)
Sometimes I think it is like that with our polity.
Look, for a good 100 years our supposed elites have been playing footsie with totalitarian Marxism. To an extent you could say that we, as we came along, purchased a nation in need of some renovation and fix up. (We definitely need to find that rot in the attic and clean it out.) I mean, it’s in better shape than other nations, but it does need renovation.
It’s just that you can’t do everything at once, even if you try. There are limits to what you can accomplish in a month — or a life time — and while we’re attempting to fix the most glaring issues, it makes the whole thing look worse (like replacing truly ratty carpet means everything is out of place and you trip on crowbars in the hallway.)
This is not an excuse, metaphorically speaking, to just run off, soak the whole thing with gasoline and set it on fire. Everything looks worse when you’re fixing it, be it a house or a nation. And much as we’d like to fast forward to when we’re all done with this, that’s not the way it works.
OUR house should be done in another month, two at most.
The nation? Well, maybe our grand-kids will live in the land of the free. It’s better than the alternative, at any rate.
Be not afraid. And keep working. Even if you have to bleed over every inch of the project.