Friday, August 22, 2008

Blood Sacrifice and a new room

One of my favorite authors, Charles De Lint, writes about the edges where the "real world" intersects with the rest of what is, or might be, out there. He writes under the influence of some really great music, (he is the only author I know of who publishes a list of the music he was listening to while writing in the author's notes) and the assumption that the world is more complex than we know (or acknowledge). He often talks about the old spirits and gods.

I met the god of remodeling today, so I have to assume that Charles knows what he is talking about. He (the god, not Charles), after getting my attention by tripping me up and dropping things on me multiple times (I'm a bit dense some times), required a blood sacrifice to ensure the success of the remodel I was doing. Looking back he has gotten blood every time we have remodeled a room, I just wasn't always conscious of it. Apparently gods evolve as time goes on. The sacrificial tool off choice was a hammer-stapler rather than a bronze knife. The effect was the same, copious amounts of blood, curses, and pain. After which, things progressed nicely.

room striped down to the studs and closets framed

Sacrificial tool (a hammer stapler, somehow the skills learned with a regular hammer don't apply, and blood is the result. This time it didn't need stitches.)


Progress (tomorrow is drywall day! FUN!! I suppose.)

So, after the proper sacrifices, we are closer to having a third bedroom. That is a good thing. It means that C and I can move out of the family room after almost three years. I think we will all be happier when that happens (I know I will!!!!).

Now you know some of what I have done with my end of summer "vacation". There was some fun in there too, but that is for a different post.

4 comments:

Dee/reddirtramblings said...

Hi Robert,

I feel your pain. We remodeled our entire home and it took 4 1/2 years. Oh and by the way I am Cilantro too.~~Dee

ourfriendben said...

Ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch!!! I'm afraid of staple guns, nail guns, all those damned guns---and now hammer guns!!! (Did I say OUCH?!!!) Glad you survived the incident and are well on your way to building in a little privacy...

jack-of-all-thumbs said...

How true! It's just not a project until somebody (usually me) bleeds. By the time I'm done with all of this I'll have more scars than Travis McGee.

As for hammer-staplers: I thought those were banned by the Geneva Convention.

Thanks for the update.

Barbee' said...

Neat job! Looking good. Now on to the next chapter of this saga.

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