Sunday, August 06, 2006

Wood pile is no longer my friend

I think we've been spending too much time together. And frankly, she just isn't pulling her weight. I have to do everything for her: fill, sand and now stain. Not to mention moving her back and forth in and out of the garage. She really is a tyrant.

What kind of friend lets you do all the work anyway? And after all my work, she will look beautiful, and me? Well, I'll be the worse for wear.

Yesterday, she upset me so with her insensitivity, I had to have a little cry. But then I got back up, dusted myself off (literally) and went back to work. I won't let some 100 year old oak boards get the best of me- no sir!

5 comments:

alicia said...

I always assumed the wood pile was a boy. Huh.

Chin up!

Greg said...

Good for you for getting back in there. Maybe take a hammer to a scrap piece of wood to get out some aggression. I remember when I bashed my brad nailer with a sledge hammer. Man, that felt good.

Allison said...

I always thought woodpile was a boy too!!

Jessica said...

My 2-flat has made me cry a few times.

Jocelyn said...

I'm doing better. I think I was just getting sick of sanding and feeling a bit whooped. Now I feel sick of staining, but staining is better because it's closer to finished!

Interesting that others thought wood pile was a male. Honestly, I'm not sure what it is- excpet a lot of work!

I took a personal day at work so I could get more of a handle on things here. It always feels better to have more done than needs to be done- this makes me feel better always.