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So… last week was the last full week of school. I got sick just before all hell broke loose, and my very last final was yesterday evening (you can see how this made me feel right here). I’m still waiting on hearing back about my last two grades, but I’ve locked in one A so far, which means I could pretty much bomb these other two classes and still graduate. No more semesters to dread ever again.
Point is, I survived, and during the course of these last few days of cramming for the end of school, I was overwhelmed with the urge to do something with my hands (twss). And I learned something new about myself: it’s incredibly hard for me to stay focused on school work when:
- there are projects to be done and
- I have all of the supplies just a few rooms away.
Normally, this isn’t much of an issue. Mostly because I never actually have all of the tools I need to complete a single project in one sitting (and the fact that I’d have to put on pants and leave the house to go get the missing supplies? Enough to make me stay put and study… and order a pizza). But in this last week, I started to relate to Kit’s suspicions that the universe just likes to eff with you sometimes. The stars aligned and I had, in the span of three years, for the first time ever, managed to actually have all of the pieces I need to just get it done. And that, my friends, felt a lot like someone eating chocolate cake in front of me when I’d just come back from the dentist.
So, as a reward to myself (if you can call it that), I immediately dove into finishing my necessary task list before my washer and dryer arrive (tomorrow!).
I finished up patching all of the spots in the drywall that were bugging the crap out of me, painted the walls (one of the messiest times I’ve ever experienced with paint, simply because I just dunked the roller into the paint can and rolled out the gloppy mess onto the walls because I was too lazy to grab a paint tray), and used a simple baggie trick for putting in the grout. It wasn’t the prettiest application, but eagerness sometimes wins out over meticulous execution. And the very best part: it’s done!
I still have to apply grout sealer (I have plenty left over from the bathroom grout treatment), and then I have to install new baseboards (the old ones were mangled from the pup, and I wanted to replace them with plastic instead of wood). Shouldn’t be too hard to do in the next 24 hours, and then then new appliances arrive.
Yay for clean underwear!
(P.S. I just want to clarify, I totally have clean underwear. I’m just happy about having more of it soon.)