Anyway. I am, as I've sometimes mentioned, accident prone.
So… on Wednesday, I caulked (that stuff is weird. I felt like I was outlining the windows with toothpaste. Really sticky toothpaste). Thursday? I made a frame for a dutch door we'd found marked down, and then primed it and the door (the nine window panes on the top half of the door struck me as a very bad idea by the time I finished priming). Friday? More priming.
You can see the tricksy, nasty way the top of that stupid door wanders away from the bottom half, waiting for unwitting (or dim-witted, take your pick) people installing floors to look at the bottom half of the door before they stand up.
And today? Feeling foolishly intrepid, I went to find floor tile remnants with the kids today – and at the price of about 25 cents a square foot, realized that I could save money that could possibly then be plowed into a trip to Italy, where I could eat chocolate, ogle fashion and tour old churches. Thinking of these things, I bought those stupid floor tiles, some special stinky glue, and a plastering trowel.And then I attempted to install a floor. By myself.
I’m pretty sure that me going all DIY and trying to install a floor is right up there with “plague of locusts” as a coming sign of the apocalypse.
Although, since I hit my head phenomenally hard on the top half of the dutch door (which I now bear a grudge) when I stood up to get my face away from the floor full of stinky glue, it could just be the aches in my head talking.