Wednesday, May 10, 2006

A Lucille Ball kind of day....


If there had been a video camera on me today...someone would probably win some cash. Maybe it's the antihistamines. Maybe the 3 cups of coffee? Maybe the healthy blueberries I had this morning for breakfast...oh yeah, they were attached to sugary PIE....
Maybe a mix of all of it.


Anyway, I may have botched my table up. It was a cascading situation. I thought I was mixing enough grout, then ran out. I was using the hose outside and must have squirted myself in the face about 20 times. I couldn't find my rubber gloves. I was slapping brown grout into the grooves with my hands, not thinking about how I was cutting my fingers up. My nose was itching, Sweat glistening on my brow (oh...I'm a girl, I don't sweat, I glow...) I was battling time, and I'm pretty sure I was muttering words that some might consider to be, shall we say, "colorful."


I may rename the table "Blood, Sweat, and Tears."


I had to mix the remaining bunch of grout, then slipped with the hose and put in a tad too much water, was grabbing some of the excess grout to add to it to thicken it up....but now I'm afraid it won't set up. Hubby assures me it will, and after listening to me grouse, informed me that I was giving him a headache. ;-} HA! I have grouted tons of stuff, poured cement, etc. I still get a little nervous when I do it. This definitely didn't help.

I'm definitely having water issues with this "River" table....as I was trying to clean up in the sink, I didn't notice that I was overflowing the counter, so I had to start throwing towels on that.

I tracked grout in the house, looking like a crazed woman playing with mud pies. I still can't get it completely off my hands (grouting with bare hands is a big no no...not good stuff on the skin) and my 14 yr old put bandages all over my fingers, trying not so hard not to laugh at me. My career as a hand model is over. The little smarty did ask me if I might prefer Pooh band-aids over the boring "flesh" tone band-aids. Ha ha. By the way, it irritates me that "flesh" tone always ends up to be "Caucasian." Why is that? And why is Jesus always some white dude? But, I digress....

So, I went to a client's house, fully cognizant of the fact that I was probably taking my life in my hands, or someone else's, by getting behind the wheel. I was very careful, but for some reason, every cop in town was out, and they kept following ME...or maybe it's my paranoia. Hmm. Just because you're paranoid doesn't mean they are NOT out to get you....

So, just returned from client's house. Bigger son brought a salad home for me. Kids rock. My table looks like it may set up after all....don't know if I'll be done by Sat. I'm determined to get it right. If it is messed up...I shall prevail! Nevah give up! I'll start all over again if I have to.

Update: It looks like it's going to be okay....but may have to add some grout on top. Home Depot guy said I could if I rough up the grout lines to give it tooth to hold another layer. It had to be thick to prevent some other poor idiot from cutting themselves!

I'm going to watch a movie and eat Chinese food.....

6 comments:

Larry said...

Ah, cascading fatigues crises in creativity. I know them well. "Just one more little bit..."

But there does come a time when you know well enough to just table the effort. But, you'll be chipper tomorrow, and filled with groutitude.

Bar Bar A said...

Movie and Chinese is a cure all...I think you'll be fine in the morning. And I sure hope your table is ok!!!

Karen said...

Yes, Barbara, much better today!

and, very punny, Larry...very, very punny! {-D

Bruce said...

Ok, so how goes the table? Hope you enjoyed your movie and Chinese.

B~

Dave said...

Hi Karen. As you say, the older we become the more we celebrate. I am most definitely celebrating my second birthday since my heart attack and giving thanks for health and well being.
Table looks great by the way.

Mark D said...

Home Depot guy is right.

I'm sorry about the loss of the hand model career. Well, at least you won't have to say "Don't touch my hands!" to anyone anymore. ;)