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Long Weekend
May. 31st, 2016 10:51 amTL:DR;
The Plan:
Complete a new wood project. Clean the apartment head to toe. Work on an old commission piece.
The Reality:
Almost complete a new wood project. Clean kitchen and put a dent in cleaning the living room. No time for the old commission piece.
The Events:
Power tools needed charging. Many friend adventures. Spent the night away from home.
The Summary:
Making a wood project for my BPAL things with faulty equipment. Abandoned subway, closure, and bonding. Obituaries, cleaning someone else's house, kitties, music, and hair-dying. Three breakfasts.
The Details:
My drill has power issues. It's a cheap Black+Decker cordless that only holds a charge for a day's use before it starts slowing down. And plugging it in while using it does nothing. It only charges, it doesn't draw juice from the outlet itself. So drilling 96 little holes into crappy plywood took almost three evenings.
I'm making a little wooden compartment for my shitload of BPAL imps and vials. I just wanted something to display them. I might end up making something better down the road, but for now, I have this box I'm not using, and I made little shelves with holes in them for all the vials. I'm one step away (well, two steps) from finishing it, and that is, find my constantly disappearing wood glue, and glue the shelves in. And eventually paint the thing.
Before declaring it a Facebook-Free weekend, I noticed my friend Niki had requested for a downtown photo adventure, and I decided heck yeah, I can squeeze in a little morning trot through the city! Our friend Julie joined us, too. We decided, since Niki had never been, to trek the 7 miles through the abandoned subway. I found out Julie hadn't even been further than the aquaduct (beyond that point, it gets dark). We climbed the ladder and stood before the watery mess when Niki asked, as she pointed at the little footbridge with the missing wooden planks, "are we not gonna go across the rickety bridge?" "Uh, no. I don't think that's a good idea," replied Julie. I jumped in, "You've never been further? It's totally safe!" And I walked across like it's nothing, and they quickly joined. It's totally stable so long as you don't lose your footing and dunk a leg into the water between the planks. Then we had to climb over a fence and a wall, and journeyed into the dark.
It was at this point I decided to ask. "So... are you guys still friends with Joanna?" (I knew they're not, but wanted details - me not being friends with her anymore is kinda what drove a spike between the three of us at one point.
Then we all bonded over all the ways Joanna fucked us over in big ways. None so big as trying to ruin a wedding, like she did with Julie. But damn, I'm glad I asked. I won't get into the details of her discretions, but they were plenty, and I'm glad these ladies had my back when we came upon the topic of all the things she said behind my back, as we neared the end of the tunnel. On the way back, we talked about other things. We discovered an amazing art store (all the copics I can imagine). And we had coffee at Java's before parting. It was really fuckin' nice.
Before leaving for the city adventure, Emily, who I'd been really worried about, finally got in contact with me via text and opened up a little. She was having an anxiety attack over her grandma's obituary - how there's a deadline sometime Saturday, but she can't get a hold of anyone. I am pretty good at getting a hold of the right people, so I took the reins on this one and got the info she needed and gave her the correct phone number to call. She was really grateful because that set other things into motion and got rid of a few other problems she was having at that moment. I felt really good, both for her, and because I could do something and I did. I like being useful. Then she invited me over to help her paint a bird-bath. Our first hangout in a long-ass time. She also said we'd dye my hair, too. "Don't wash it," she said. I'd washed it the day before, so I told her I'll filth it up good for her during my city adventure (sawdust and spiderwebs - and maybe bird poop- should do the trick).
When I got there, we had chats, and she was still pretty wound up, but calmed down a little bit after we finished the adult stuff. I took the initiative to help out more - she said her clutter was causing her to lose focus, so while she finished writing her g-ma's obit, I cleaned up her desk and did her dishes. I like being useful, and I like that she appreciated the help (and didn't stammer around any "nooo, you don't have to, you shouldn't," etc. that so many others might). She was very accepting.
After grown-up stuff, we ran a few fun errands (shopping for lunch & dinner, and for hair stuff), blew up a kiddie pool, and chilled out with Bob's Burgers. Special guest appearance by Troy, who came over for an hour on Sunday. We didn't get in the pool because the water was so cold that my toes went painfully numb after two minutes. And we didn't even get to the birdbath until halfway through the next day, and had to cut it short before we finished due to tiredness. When I came home, I made myself a nice big salad and watched The Falling (beautiful independent film, Tracey Thorn soundtrack, crazy Maisy Williams, Wordsworth).
Overall, it was a Saturday/Sunday I would do again and again.
Surely Monday will give me time to do the things I planned on doing, right? I ate breakfast. I finished drilling holes. And then Charles offered me a bowl of Farina and fruit. I cut the pieces of wood out and sanded them. Then Brian came over. I made us lunch (stir-fry veggies with mochi brown rice and soba noodles), gave him five bucks and put more music on his phone, and gave him a ride to the store and home. We had a really fun chat and we made each other laugh like the old days. But guys, I ate so much food before 5. Ugh!
Sat on the couch the rest of the day spot-dremeling the little shelves and watching movies. And then to bed.
Holy balls. I had a good weekend.
The Plan:
Complete a new wood project. Clean the apartment head to toe. Work on an old commission piece.
The Reality:
Almost complete a new wood project. Clean kitchen and put a dent in cleaning the living room. No time for the old commission piece.
The Events:
Power tools needed charging. Many friend adventures. Spent the night away from home.
The Summary:
Making a wood project for my BPAL things with faulty equipment. Abandoned subway, closure, and bonding. Obituaries, cleaning someone else's house, kitties, music, and hair-dying. Three breakfasts.
The Details:
My drill has power issues. It's a cheap Black+Decker cordless that only holds a charge for a day's use before it starts slowing down. And plugging it in while using it does nothing. It only charges, it doesn't draw juice from the outlet itself. So drilling 96 little holes into crappy plywood took almost three evenings.
I'm making a little wooden compartment for my shitload of BPAL imps and vials. I just wanted something to display them. I might end up making something better down the road, but for now, I have this box I'm not using, and I made little shelves with holes in them for all the vials. I'm one step away (well, two steps) from finishing it, and that is, find my constantly disappearing wood glue, and glue the shelves in. And eventually paint the thing.
Before declaring it a Facebook-Free weekend, I noticed my friend Niki had requested for a downtown photo adventure, and I decided heck yeah, I can squeeze in a little morning trot through the city! Our friend Julie joined us, too. We decided, since Niki had never been, to trek the 7 miles through the abandoned subway. I found out Julie hadn't even been further than the aquaduct (beyond that point, it gets dark). We climbed the ladder and stood before the watery mess when Niki asked, as she pointed at the little footbridge with the missing wooden planks, "are we not gonna go across the rickety bridge?" "Uh, no. I don't think that's a good idea," replied Julie. I jumped in, "You've never been further? It's totally safe!" And I walked across like it's nothing, and they quickly joined. It's totally stable so long as you don't lose your footing and dunk a leg into the water between the planks. Then we had to climb over a fence and a wall, and journeyed into the dark.
It was at this point I decided to ask. "So... are you guys still friends with Joanna?" (I knew they're not, but wanted details - me not being friends with her anymore is kinda what drove a spike between the three of us at one point.
Then we all bonded over all the ways Joanna fucked us over in big ways. None so big as trying to ruin a wedding, like she did with Julie. But damn, I'm glad I asked. I won't get into the details of her discretions, but they were plenty, and I'm glad these ladies had my back when we came upon the topic of all the things she said behind my back, as we neared the end of the tunnel. On the way back, we talked about other things. We discovered an amazing art store (all the copics I can imagine). And we had coffee at Java's before parting. It was really fuckin' nice.
Before leaving for the city adventure, Emily, who I'd been really worried about, finally got in contact with me via text and opened up a little. She was having an anxiety attack over her grandma's obituary - how there's a deadline sometime Saturday, but she can't get a hold of anyone. I am pretty good at getting a hold of the right people, so I took the reins on this one and got the info she needed and gave her the correct phone number to call. She was really grateful because that set other things into motion and got rid of a few other problems she was having at that moment. I felt really good, both for her, and because I could do something and I did. I like being useful. Then she invited me over to help her paint a bird-bath. Our first hangout in a long-ass time. She also said we'd dye my hair, too. "Don't wash it," she said. I'd washed it the day before, so I told her I'll filth it up good for her during my city adventure (sawdust and spiderwebs - and maybe bird poop- should do the trick).
When I got there, we had chats, and she was still pretty wound up, but calmed down a little bit after we finished the adult stuff. I took the initiative to help out more - she said her clutter was causing her to lose focus, so while she finished writing her g-ma's obit, I cleaned up her desk and did her dishes. I like being useful, and I like that she appreciated the help (and didn't stammer around any "nooo, you don't have to, you shouldn't," etc. that so many others might). She was very accepting.
After grown-up stuff, we ran a few fun errands (shopping for lunch & dinner, and for hair stuff), blew up a kiddie pool, and chilled out with Bob's Burgers. Special guest appearance by Troy, who came over for an hour on Sunday. We didn't get in the pool because the water was so cold that my toes went painfully numb after two minutes. And we didn't even get to the birdbath until halfway through the next day, and had to cut it short before we finished due to tiredness. When I came home, I made myself a nice big salad and watched The Falling (beautiful independent film, Tracey Thorn soundtrack, crazy Maisy Williams, Wordsworth).
Overall, it was a Saturday/Sunday I would do again and again.
Surely Monday will give me time to do the things I planned on doing, right? I ate breakfast. I finished drilling holes. And then Charles offered me a bowl of Farina and fruit. I cut the pieces of wood out and sanded them. Then Brian came over. I made us lunch (stir-fry veggies with mochi brown rice and soba noodles), gave him five bucks and put more music on his phone, and gave him a ride to the store and home. We had a really fun chat and we made each other laugh like the old days. But guys, I ate so much food before 5. Ugh!
Sat on the couch the rest of the day spot-dremeling the little shelves and watching movies. And then to bed.
Holy balls. I had a good weekend.
