The closet is not only a great addition to our house but I think to my resume as well. Thanks to Dad I now can say I know how to hang dry wall and finish it. I think that I need to update this on the old resume seeing as how I don’t have a definite contract for next year yet. It is really kind of fun…probably because it’s for our closets and not everyday 9-5, in someone else’s house.
Here’s how to do it: After the sheet rock is hung, you apply the mud (joint compound) over seams, cut a piece of tape the right length to put on top of that. Then you smooth over the tape, going in one direction with the trowel. Do this same thing for corners and the places where ceiling and walls join. Also, fill in screw holes by putting the mud over the hole and wiping it off smooth. Easy peasy!
I don’t know what comes next exactly other than waiting until it’s dry so we can sand. But check back for the next closet building how to from 522.
“even if it means growing in a crack right beside the parking place of something that can easily crush me because it’s so much more powerful than i could ever be. why? because we are all important. it takes us all, different & unique, and i am here for a purpose.” -mushroom
Wednesday morning was one of those mornings, one of those moments. I can’t ever explain them (not before, probably not now) but some people will relate to it in their own way despite my inability to describe what I really mean. I needed a pencil to write down all my thinking. I luckily had a camera to take some drive by shots…but it is more than just the visual part. These mornings inspire something. It was one of the mornings that I like to refer to as a ‘people tree’ morning. (This goes back to a photograph idea I had on one of these drives back in college. A people installation that has to be spontaneously based on having one of these mornings, people available and the time. One day though I’m going to actually do it.) It was foggy. Not the kind of fog where the road is covered, just the fields, the trees, the things away from you. It was beautiful. It was almost magical. I was feeling oh so thankful for so much that morning anyway, and it was topped off by a beautifully calming, inspirational morning drive to work. I was right, I can’t explain it. It’s just this personal thing that I hope everyone has in some way. This thankfulness, appreciation…a little muse. Something much bigger than us.
Then my daily quote was just perfect for what I feel on those days, which was a little moment in itself. How timing can be so right on sometimes that it blows your mind. John Milton, I must say, does a much better job expressing the feeling of these moments, these mornings, whatever they are to you.
“Gratitude bestows reverence, allowing us to encounter everyday epiphanies, those transcendent moments of awe that change forever how we experience life and the world.”
Here’s why. I make all these lists on all these pieces of paper and then they are all over the place- in purses & bags, pockets, stuck in books, in the car. The lists become covered in doodles. How can I keep up with them? They are not functional. I think that the never ceasing lists make me more stressed.
No more lists. From now on I just need to do what I have to do without the writing it down everywhere. I am an internal battle. It’s due to my somewhat equally split right and left brain. One says list, the other is scattered doodling.
So I was just looking back through the folder I keep of my daily quotes that are worth saving and found this one by Paul McCartney. “I love to hear a choir. I love the humanity…to see the faces of real people devoting themselves to a piece of music. I like the teamwork. It makes me feel optimistic about the human race when I see them cooperating like that.”
I love this for so many reasons. I love to think about us like this. One humanity if you will. More alike than we acknowledge. Together working towards, although on seperate paths, the same goals in life, in love.
And reading it I was reminded of a great aesthetic moment that I witnessed Friday at school. We were having our end of the year awards ceremony. The teachers were already seated on the stage, the students and parents in the chairs on the gym floor in the audience. One of our very helpful (and so smart) eight graders was still tweaking the sound system. And then there was one of those awful sound check gone bad noises, an eeecccckkkk, very very loud and unexpected. And just by chance I caught the simultaneous movement of the whole group…they all brought their legs and arms in as if to take cover, to protect the body. It was instinctive. It could not have been better if it’d been planned and practiced. It was almost beautiful. Actually it was way more than beautiful. It was one of those moments.
Now it is 5:16. I have barely moved from my swiveling desk chair. Why? I am addicted to my technology conveniences (see yesterday’s post) For the last few hours I have been exploring the musical world of npr podcasts. So exciting and FREE! Also, I have changed you tube videos into files that I can save on my ipod…yet another free entertainment. Convenience. Yes, a great one. (I told you I would come back to this.) But how do people get things done? This I do not know. For example, let me go back to my 12 hours of facebook. For those of you that I don’t know, I joined one evening while I was bored and Mark was watching UFC mess, and for probably 6 hours straight I “facebooked.” Then the next morning before leaving for church, I facebooked. Came home from church and immediately I was checking it…..DEPENDENCE! That is what I was thinking. I guess not dependence, more addiction, comsumption…Regardless, I erased it. It is the new heroin. The alcoholic of today is a gamer, a blogger, a facebooker….this convenience becomes a dependence! Ahhh…it is a never ending mess. Maybe the next post..MODERATION.
(you should check it out though. npr: all songs considered and the live concerts from all songs considered. just be sure you aren’t supposed to be taking care of your children, working, or other responsible things first…)