Bob Vila, eat your heart outAt the risk of sounding like a one-note blog, I'm getting frustrated with my kitchen floor. We set about painting it a few days ago (patch, prime, paint, poly) and I thought we'd be all done by now. However, I neglected to read the full set of instructions in which it states we have to wait up to 3 days for the paint to dry before laying down the protective polyurethane.
Grrrr, I want my kitchen back! All the cabinet and stuff are in the living room. I'm using a door as a
counter top. But now I gotta wait until at least tomorrow to get it over with. I don't mind the work of it, it's all this waiting around I can't stand. It's hard to shift gears and work on other projects when your brain is all set for something in particular. And for me, for now, it's turning my uneven, sloppily-patched plywood floor into a marvel of red paint and shiny coating stuff. Why, it'll look like a Pizza Hut! A glorious Pizza Hut!
Hmm, maybe we shoulda just left it "Primer Gray"New Year's Eve found us sticking around the neighborhood, at the 11
th hour we realized
ToddP was having a show right down the street from us, so we went to that. Considering we've spent pretty much every New Year's at some kind of show, it would have been odd if we hadn't followed suit this time around. We haven't spent much time on the
Wycoff side of the neighborhood so it was a good opportunity to get acquainted. It's a pretty fun area, or maybe it was just the exuberance of the season. The show was in a single-story commercial space,
repurposed as a living space and performance room. Nice place, but whoa was it hot in there. If I ever open such a place, I'm gonna tack up coat hooks all over the place before I open my doors. Then again, that might lead to lawsuits after some kid
slamdances into the wall and impales himself.
Ugh, now we gotta wait 36 hours.When the makeshift bar ran out of booze, there was a conveniently-located Exxon Station down the street, which had not only beer, but Corn Nuts, a product that has always eluded me in the Big Apple. The climate became much more tolerable after the bands finished (The Fugue,
Japanther, The Black Lips), as most of the people skipped out. Did everyone go home or was there some other place everybody to be? We walked home, which probably took a long time but I wasn't really paying attention. It was nice to be able to walk home from a
ToddP show, hope there will be more down on our end of the neighborhood.
So with the holidays over, it's time to resume the drudgery of home improvement. Next up, how to secure the 3rd floor so Mr Bones can't get down into our part of the house and eat our cats' food. He's one evil feline.
that floor looks gorgeous!