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inside corner that turned into an outside corner
Saturday, December 21 2002
Throughout the morning Gretchen and I continued work finishing the cosmetic surfaces of the stairs up to the second floor. This involved lots of taping: butt joints, inside corners, outside corners, and even one inside corner that turned into an outside corner at an inflection point.
Ray and Nancy showed up with their dog Suzy in the afternoon, and we all went for a walk in the woods behind our house, venturing more than a mile. I'd never been back that far before and was impressed by some of the steep topography, rock outcrops, and distant views of Kingston. The forest itself, however, remains the same old monotonous second-growth hemlock-pine-oak-maple.
Time passed, and my old housemate John never materialized. He called later in the day and told Gretchen he wouldn't be coming for a few more days. He'd gotten in his car with the intention of coming but had gone to Philadelphia instead. Gretchen had made the mistake of telling him that two of our other friends would also be there and this was all it took to throw a monkey wrench into the plans. What a freak!
Later we all went out for dinner at the Hurley Mountain Inn. I was struck yet again by the preponderance of hairstyles leftover from the 1980s. One woman had even inflicted such a 'do on her young daughter. In Brooklyn, you'd see the odd fireman with an unfashionably non-ironic mustache. But never women with hair like that.
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