Today I passed a huge personal landmark! Many years ago I tore into my walls intending to redo things a little. I made some progress for a while, then my Dad passed away and I lost my gumption. It's been coming back slowly over time kind of, but I've been getting older too, complete with sore joints, deteriorating vision, loss of memory & erectile dysfunction,
hehe (though some would say I've had that since waaay back
). I began to doubt it would ever happen.
So seven years go by ... (yea,
seven years of staring at exposed wall studs & various house innards - every day, for
seven years, in the whole front half of the house).
I got a few small things done, like hanging new tight windows and piddling with new wiring & such. Picked up the gypsum board several months back because the price finally came back down to reality and I wanted to get it before something happened (hurricane, fires, etc) to shoot it back up to the stratosphere.
So anyways, March 30 I dug in with both feet with a sense of purpose. Today I reached my goal, which was to have smooth, painted walls again and all the electrical working like it's supposed to, then clean up after myself. I have to add trim yet, but have chosen to delay that project for a later date (not too much later).
This quitting smoking thing works better than meth-amphetamine. I been buzzin' like bees wings for a week and a half. Sure feels fantastic to finally get this finished. Now I can shift to my next project, which is to ready various things for much-needed liquidation.
I'm pretty charged up! To bad I didn't apply this energy for these past few years. I'd be waaay ahead by now.