I have spent a ridiculous amount of time lately dealing with the de-caulking and re-caulking of two of the bathrooms at our townhouse. First there was the endless chiseling, poking and scraping off of the old caulk. Then everything had to be washed with bleach and water to prevent molding. And finally, the application of the new caulk, which really seemed like it should have been easy, but which took me forever instead. The fumes left me with a headache that it took two Excedrin Migraine, two Advil and a Coke to defeat, and on top of that, I seem to have sprained my right index finger squeezing the caulking tube(s). Don't ask me how I managed that, because I have no idea. It is making typing a bit of a challenge though. By the time I stumbled home this afternoon, I felt so awful I was reduced to mumbling incoherent insults at the Redskins from the couch while I waited for the medicine to kick in. At one point I yelled something along the lines of "Mmurph...suck?!" which roughly translates to "what the fuck, a safety? Why the hell do you guys suck so much?"
Anyway, the whole process left me feeling like a moron, because I really should be able to handle such a simple DIY project, but never again. As God is my witness, the next time I have a tub that needs re-caulking, I'm going to figure out who you can pay to do this shit, and then I will hire them. And it will be worth every single penny. I have many, many skills. I've decided I'm ok with not mastering this one. So Caulking Council? Caulker's Guild? Whoever? You've got my business for life.
That's not to say that I had a bad weekend. I took a lovely fall hike with my friend Deborah in Little Bennett Park. That got off to a rough start because I forgot that the exit off the highway says it is for 121 Clarksburg Road, but you actually have to turn left and then right to get to Clarksburg Rd. So I may have gotten a wee bit lost before I figured out where I was going. Once I actually found the park and the parking lot, all was well. They have a bunch of nice, not crowded and not too difficult hiking trails. Back at home I baked cookies and hung out with my loved ones and enjoyed my house in the country. And I started reading Cherie Priest's Boneshaker, which I'm really enjoying. I haven't read many steampunk novels, but if they are all as good as this one, I might have to start.
And how was your weekend?
