Wednesday, January 19th, 2005
If I wake up at 6:40, I have plenty of time to beat back the skankiness and get to work something resembling on time. If I’m jolted awake by cats sneaking into my bedroom through the living room door they have learned how to open – like this morning – I find it easy to get up and go about the business of getting ready.
But most mornings, I prefer to slap the snooze over and over, each time diving back into my dream as if I’ve only run to the kitchen for a snack during a movie. No, “prefer” is not the right word. I have little control over this impulse. It’s my subconscious id or something, telling the clock and the world to shove it – I wanna see the end of this movie.
Last night D had a headache, so I slaved alone in the kitchen taking off the rest of the cabinet knobs and drawer pulls, filling the holes, sanding and then priming.
(That is, I slaved during the commercial breaks of American Idol. OK, I know I said I wouldn’t get sucked in this season. I know it’s a disaster of bubblegum proportions. OK. But it’s just so … so gruesome!)
We are having friends over this weekend who’ll be seeing the house for the first time, and I’m feeling the urge to get the ball rolling on this kitchen. For now, I’m conveniently ignoring the floors in desperate need of sweeping, the bathrooms in need of cleaning … oh yeah, and *mumbles* thechristmastreethatneedstakingdown.
After I do a little more priming/painting tonight, we’ll be at a standstill until the hinges are fixed. That’ll be quite a job.
D is on his way now to look at hinges again and maybe buy the wood trim for the cabinet faces. We’ll see what we can do.