that i can’t post shit while i’m painting. I’m serious. the stuff i come up with while i’m painting a white ceiling white. There’s something philosophical about that, painting white white. not in a “this is how to life” sense that most people generally equate to philosophy, more in the absuridty of the human endevour. well i think pretty much sums up my mood this morn.
After 3 days of painting ceilings i have discovered that i am no better now than when i started. that is sad, given that it’s not rocket science or anything. oh well.
Crunch time is quickly approaching, we have movers coming on saturday, and while we don’t plan to have them move everything we own, just the furniture, I am a bit nervous because we haven’t packed anything, ANYTHING yet.
At the same time the point of this week was to prepare the house for habitation. this is not working out quite as i had planned. Painting is taking much longer than i had anticipated, and our seller/contractor guy, the aforementioned Tex, doesn’t seem want to finish the work he has left on the house–the mythical “Punchlist”. I am sick of the word punchlist, i hope to never hear it again. if i do have to endure it, i at least hope it is a list of people that i am going to punch in the throat, that is a good punch list.
Bascially we could move in today if we had to, it’s just the little things, like the doors that don’t close, the molding that is missing, and the fact that most things haven’t be caulked that sorta make it seem like moving in isn’t the best idea. see i’d like to actually sweep and mop the 9 months of construction crap of the floor before i mess it all up with our belongings. ah well i’m sure it’ll fall in to place at some point, one way or another.