A bit of congratulations are in order, for sake of bolstering. Just managed to get up the rods in the kitchen for holding pots. Kind of. And yes I know for 9/10ths of the population this would be a piece of cake but somehow I manage to always be the odd person out.
First I was drilling into hard hard hard wood (this building is about circa 1910 and when something called for hard wood back then, it was hard wood). Used the drill bit then dug in with the screws. When red dust (not sawdust) started pouring out of the wall, the same red oxide of the dust that occasionally appears from a screw on an old pipe near the kitchen sink, I figured it was time to stop drilling. I guess maybe I hit a pipe. And I freaked. Because I’m not very bright about these things. But I’m assured that it’s all right by my husband (over the phone).
The reason I’m doing this duty is because we’ve had these rods for several weeks but Marty’s not put them up so I figured it was up to me. We have both about the same lame level of expertise in these matters so it’s not like I’m going to do an inferior job.
Next I was drilling into plaster that is hard as a damn rock. Even with the electric drill I was sweating it trying to get those screws in, and when I touched one of the screws I’d been working on, that had been considerable trouble, it was hot hot and burned my fingertips. But finally the rods are up. A problem is the hooks turn out not exactly to fit the pot handles. I guess I can pull out some pliers and stretch them out some.
My knuckles are bloodied. I don’t know how I managed that.
As a part of home education, I called in H.o.p. to take a look at what his mom was doing. Being as mechanically inclined as we are, his idea of building with his Erector set is to join the pieces with pipe cleaners and call the outcome a robot “Look what I built!” Anyway, he was not at all impressed but did involve himself enough to supply me with screws.
I installed the top rod too low because pots hanging from it drape over the bottom rod but I suppose that’s okay. I was installing ithe top rod under a shelf and give myself a little too much room for getting the drill in there. I keep looking at that top rod thinking, “I should have put it higher”, but it’s too late now. I’m not about to take out the rod, fill in those holes and start over again. I don’t think.
Believe now I’ll clean the pseudo fabric, styrafoam type upholstery on my desk chair. Or try to. We’ve got enough fabric and carpet cleaner, certainly something should work on it. Cleaning out the under-the-kitchen-sink cabinet I realized that either the numerous different brand bottles is evidence of our doing a lot of cleaning of carpet and fabric, or so little that we always forget we have a bottle of the stuff already. The latter is the case, of course.
Please, universe, if I can have my computer back I promise never again to neglect things like, well, I’m not including painting the floors on that list. But if I don’t get the damn computer back soon then I fear I will next be painting our bedroom floor and H.o.p.’s floor.
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