I realized again recently that when I talk to folks about working on Beebe--especially those who have no experience fixing things up--because what I'm talking about sounds hard and like a lot of work, they see it as complaining. To me, it's just part of the process of getting what needs doing, done. Does some of it hurt or give me a moment of cursing the powers that be? Yes. I'm not a mastery level anything, and I don't do this often enough for it all to be second nature. I make dumb mistakes that in hindsight really were dumb, and cost me at least time. Still, I love doing it with my own hands. It is satisfying and I do take a certain amount of pride once finished when the result is good and solid.
I have, though, been having a wee bit of the "overwhelmeds" lately. It feels silly, since most of the projects I'm juggling are little--tiny, even in some cases, but I think it's also because I know the larger projects we are hoping to do in the next 1-3 years are looming in the back of my mind--especially the attic insulation when I haven't yet found a way to get the batts up to the attic that will fit since they are stiff. The few 90°F days we had already have taught us we'll be wanting to get that in mid-end July at the dead latest.
I have a short list of the "little" jobs that of course are only little in size, not time required. Some of which you don't get that satisfactory visual once done. The stove, for instance. I need to replace some of the connections on it so all the bits function, and also to find out if it's only the connection that's preventing the oven portion from heating properly, or if the thermo unit is blown. Those few broken bits could take an hour to fix, could take much longer. So I've been putting it off even though I really miss baking cookies in a real oven, since our toaster oven we don't even have cookie pans small enough to fit in there, so we've mostly been making cookie bars which are fine, but not the same. We've also had to be creative using many smaller pans or divided down recipes for quick breads and the like. Not the end of the world, just what we're doing until we can do otherwise.
I'm also having a hard time keeping my hands tied down with starting other bits--not starting the kitchen garden bed until we're sure all the mechanical rubbish from former residents is gone; removing siding off the cellar jut to get a better look at the old wood siding underneath; not lifting the rest of the vinyl in the dining room just in case the red gloriousness underneath is not in good shape; wanting to take apart the shower fixture to see how bad the leak really is, but worried that will be a Pandora's box which we don't have funds for right now; et al.
We have also started hitting the wall of where to put things. A few bits is due to cleaning still not done, some is due to the still too wet cellar and not many places to "put" all my tools yet, some is just furniture we used to have, and now don't, so that stuff has no where to live yet, although we have plans for built ins and the like, which are all down the road projects.
My biggest
of late, which I am embarrassed to admit even now is the newel post. I wanted to deal with that early, thinking it wouldn't be too hard to fix the cap, then realized when it was knocked off, there was quite a bit of damage done to the trim aside from just the missing piece. Well, that led to leaving it off, and then the other day I was taking a box of eye drops up to the bathroom, and somehow as I rounded the post, I dropped it. Down the hole it went of the newel post. Tried to reach in, and immediately got stabbed. Got a flashlight, saw the likely 8p nails sticking out where they connected the railing, and also felt oddly relieved to see quite a few bits like a lighter and such already down there. Had the brilliant idea, since the box was very light to use the shop vac. Did not think to tape the extension bit onto the hose, and sure enough, as I was lifting the box out, the hose snagged on the nails and now the extension is stuck in there too.
Not my finest moment, to be sure.
The one thing the incident did help with, was remind me I'm overdue for a tetanus booster. We really need to pick a primary care doc here.