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dancerjodi) wrote2006-04-05 08:24 am
dancerjodi) wrote2006-04-05 08:24 am
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Our dance class was cut short last night, because a friend's grandfather died and we wanted to head to the wake. Visiting the local funeral home will serve to show you how community works. I think its apropos that at times of death we're reminded of how rich and connected life can be.
We caught up on last week's recorded episode of Dr. Who. Dr. Who was my first foray into science fiction, when I'd spend time watching it with Dad as a kid on PBS. I was so young, I don't remember much of the show specifically (I did love the daleks). This new series seems so much like it but I can't pinpoint why - kind of like deja vu. At some point we can grab some from Netflix (along with the other 300+ or so movies we have on there).
There's a woodpecker outside, close enough that I can hear it through the closed window. More life seems to be awakening, and I can't wait to put some things into the ground and rip others out of it.
On a much more unnatural tangent, I think I'll be spending some quality time with our heat gun or a scraper and some chemical stripper on Saturday afternoon. Brian will be trooping at the MOS and our peeling bathroom paint is getting to me. You see, the former dumbass homeowners painted latex over old oil paint without any kind of sanding prep. Wouldn't you know it, the newer paint they put up is starting to come off (the older paint underneath is quite intact actually, surprising). There are little white latex paint chips in various spots around our house as a result. Dumbass previous homeowners! I wish people who didn't know what they were doing would stay away from DIY home improvements. At some point I'll pick up the yuck chemical, chemical safe rubber gloves and some drop cloths. We're going to strip enough to get the peeling chunks off, sand and repaint. Such a suck ass and unexciting job, but its got to be done. I should probably find the charcoal breathing mask in the basement before sticking myself in that small, closed space (at least there is a window and a vent in that bathroom).
We caught up on last week's recorded episode of Dr. Who. Dr. Who was my first foray into science fiction, when I'd spend time watching it with Dad as a kid on PBS. I was so young, I don't remember much of the show specifically (I did love the daleks). This new series seems so much like it but I can't pinpoint why - kind of like deja vu. At some point we can grab some from Netflix (along with the other 300+ or so movies we have on there).
There's a woodpecker outside, close enough that I can hear it through the closed window. More life seems to be awakening, and I can't wait to put some things into the ground and rip others out of it.
On a much more unnatural tangent, I think I'll be spending some quality time with our heat gun or a scraper and some chemical stripper on Saturday afternoon. Brian will be trooping at the MOS and our peeling bathroom paint is getting to me. You see, the former dumbass homeowners painted latex over old oil paint without any kind of sanding prep. Wouldn't you know it, the newer paint they put up is starting to come off (the older paint underneath is quite intact actually, surprising). There are little white latex paint chips in various spots around our house as a result. Dumbass previous homeowners! I wish people who didn't know what they were doing would stay away from DIY home improvements. At some point I'll pick up the yuck chemical, chemical safe rubber gloves and some drop cloths. We're going to strip enough to get the peeling chunks off, sand and repaint. Such a suck ass and unexciting job, but its got to be done. I should probably find the charcoal breathing mask in the basement before sticking myself in that small, closed space (at least there is a window and a vent in that bathroom).
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i suspect it really hasn't ever even had a chance to cure, since it's getting wet every day.
bathroom sill