Over the long weekend I started to repaint the upstairs bathroom. It is tiny, just enough room for a small tub, a sink, and a toilet. Put down a reasonably sized bathmat and it is like having wall to wall carpeting….
Hence, it was to be an easy weekend project that I could pour all of my on-call angst and nervous energy into. I am happier if I have a project that distracts me.
Before I could paint, I had to scrape the wallpaper border off along the ceiling line.
Come to find out, whoever hung that wallpaper up there had stuck it directly onto the sheet rock about half the time. Also, apparently, they had used Gorilla Glue in challenging places, like corners and around the hexagonal window.
Of note, my house was built in the mid 1940’s. It was originally a single story. Sometime in the 1990’s, well before my time here, a second floor was added. It was squeezed in under the eaves, which gives it a certain charm with lovely angles, but also makes it damn near impossible to get a queen sized mattress into any of the bedrooms up there. Anyway…
Downstairs the corners are all sharp. Perfect. Even with a shifting house, those corners stay plumb.
Upstairs is completely different. As I worked up close and personal with those walls, it is easy to see how poorly everything was thrown together. Even the wood of the doorframe was never sanded properly before getting painted.
It struck me how often people nowadays do not take pride in their work. Or? Was it like this back in the 1940’s, too? Except the crappy construction just didn’t last so it only appears to us newbies to be a distinctly modern phenomenon?
Regardless, if I ever meet the S.O.B. who built my second floor I intend to kick him hard in the balls and give him a piece of my mind. I finally finished the painting yesterday in lieu of trimming back the bushes in my yard. At least it did a good job of distracting me from being on call, even if it did take longer than expected. The wall color looks GREAT and now I know what I will be doing next weekend!