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that poor phillips head
Saturday, August 19 2006
I spent the entire day hanging sheets of 5/8 drywall on the sloping "cathedral" part of the shop ceiling. Every hour or so I interrupted Gretchen from her women's basketball playoffs so she could pin the four big pieces with the Artificial Ray while I screwed them in place. At one point she insisted on running the screw gun herself, telling me I was a sexist when I resisted. So I just cringed and kept my mouth shut while she beat that poor phillips head senseless, imperfectly seated as it was in the drywall screw she was attempting to install. Later I handled all the end pieces myself, including the sloped triangle rising from the shop's east wall. (The bulk of the sloping cathedral ceiling rises from the north wall, but there are also two sloping triangles rising from the east and west walls respectively.)
I realized at a certain point that I was running low on fiberglass insulation for all the little nooks and crannies, so I scrounged around and managed to find a motley collection of styrofoam, foam peanuts, soy foam, foam rubber, and even plastic shopping bags stuffed with other plastic shopping bags.
Some day when the world is depleted of oil, our desperate descendants will be mining our landfills and depleting the massive deposits of plastic shopping bags we will have left behind, using them for everything from water containers to window glazing. Those are real uses; how strange then that one of the main things they're used for today is to keep the guy behind us in line from thinking we're weird for not concealing that pack of batteries we just bought.
Before I went to bed, I went on a taping and spackling jihad. I always like to spackle before I go to bed because it's good to give the spackle a night to dry before whatever I decide to do next.
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