Tape Tape Tape

Tape and scrape. Tape and scrape.  It's slow, but it's coming along.  More tape and scrape tonight.



 

 

 

 

Done!

The taxes are done.  They aren't tricky.  Confusing at times.  I like to do them as soon as we get our W-2 forms and then let them sit for a while.  They have to age.  Then I return and check my math and make certain there are no typos.  There usually is one.  I transposed a number or accidentally entered on an incorrect line.

Also done...Bedrooms Ceilings!

There are only two of us, but we needed three ladders.  Remember yesterday's acrobatics?

 
We still have the upstairs hall ceiling.  

 
Seams and screws.  Today I plan to tape and mud all of the seams and screws.

That screw on the right needs set a little deeper. 

Maybe paint this weekend.  :)

High Strength

High Strength has such a double meaning when it comes to drywall.  High strength for lasting walls.  High strength for the installer.  My right bicep, my drill arm, is going to be extra strong.

Walt Kowalski and I divided and conquered on Saturday.  He worked on installing insulation in the ceilings.

 

 

 

(This makes my face itchy just looking at the photos.)

 

I worked on mudding the seams and corners.

 

 
I think the corner seam tape looks like white chocolate shavings. 

 
I compare putting the spackling on the walls and seams to icing a cake.  You've got to fill in all the little gaps, then get it as smooth as possible.  Thin multiple layers is the best method.

It's coming along.  Walt Kowalski used the purple board above the doors is for no particular reason other than using up scraps. 

Somewhere...

Where trouble melts like lemon drops
High above the chimney tops
That's where you'll find me
 
Storms tonight.  Clouds.  Rain.  Sun.  Clouds. Rain. Sun.
Then...
 
Ever so slightly...
 

 
 
Then...
 
Wow. Just a hint, a double.
 
There is just something about a rainbow. 
 

 
It's unexpected, but predictable.  It's spontaneous, yet scientific.

What's so amazing
That keeps us stargazing
And what do we think we might see

All of us under its spell, we know that it's probably magic

Have you been half asleep?
And have you heard voices?
I've heard them calling my name
Is this the sweet sound
That called the young sailors?
The voice might be one and the same

I've heard it too many times to ignore it
It's something that I'm supposed to be

 

Spring Flowers

Grammy and I spent the day at the flower show.  The sights, sounds, and smells were wonderful.

Spring is a renewal.  Everything is fresh. 
Everything has been given another chance. 

The theme of the flower show was music.  In one room, they played only songs themed about rainbows to match the flowers.

 
Tulips and impatiens.

 
Daffodils.

 

Spring Observations

This time of the year, after the snow has melted and before the leaves turn green you see trash. Lots of it.  In the streets.  In the weeds along the highways.  On hillsides near businesses.  It's terrible.  People who litter make me very angry. 

Think about this, there are garbage cans everywhere.  Every place you leave and every place you enter, there is a garbage can.  If you need to find one, I know a kid that will gladly point one out for you.

There is no reason to litter except for laziness and disrespect. 

The road in front of the cat ranch is especially messy.  Walt Kowalski and I clean up our portion on a regular basis.  When my grandfather lived here he would clean up the road, too.  It would make him so angry.  Now I understand why.  I makes me angry, too.

House #1 isn't in a bad neighborhood.  There are a few questionable houses, but there are also some very well kept houses.  Just the other day, I spied this fellow outside.  Not only does he keep his yard perfect, he was even out in the street cleaning up.

It makes me smile.  I know there are others like us in the world.  It is good to be reminded.  Glad to know Walt Kowalski and I are not alone. 

The other spring observation happened in the front street.  It was a standoff of sorts.

Neither was happy about the situation. 

The squirrel made it to the tree with no confrontation.  :)  No gunfire. 

More Ceilings

 

 

This ceiling blue board was tricky, but we are getting better.  It's heavier than the regular drywall, but we had more room to maneuver; the pieces were only 8 feet long, not 10 feet as in the previous room.

 

 

 

 Here is the crutch in action.

 

Nice.