Day 1071 Self clothing drawers

16th July 2020

Kelli closed the drawer to my dresser in the bedroom as she has done hundreds of times giving comments like “don’t you close drawers in England?”

I usually reply by giving the excuse that all my drawers have automatic closing, which is true.

That led me down a wormhole of why all drawers and doors should have self-closing mechanisms and why ours don’t. That left me open to attack that our doors should, and when will I do it.

And as if in retaliation, the screen door, between the garage and the house, which has a spring the size of a bullworker, snapped back on the tender part of my ankle. So self-closing doors can be a health hazard.

I had my list of jobs that I had to finish today. I haven’t been impressed with our progress recently, not that we don’t have projects, they just seem to take forever.

I had to wash off the stain I rubbed on to the dresser top and drawers yesterday because of small swirl marks caused by the electric sander. As these only become visible once the stain has been applied, it is a pain in the arse.

So I started at a disadvantage, but I laboured through the sheets of eighty grit back to a new surface. The re-staining was a much better colour, that at least was a positive outcome.

I had a crack in a cabinet door to fix and a new upstand for the back edge.

I was up to my neck in work when Kelli decided to re-inflate the pool, we hadn’t used it for a couple of days, so she chose now as the best time to do it.

The bottom section is the worst bastard to do because it is right near the ground, therefore it takes two people, one to try to lift, whilst the other inserts the pump nozzle.

Tempers were raised at this point, not at each other, more the process. We ended up letting more air out than we were putting in, but eventually we managed to get a reasonable inflation rate.

That was just as well because it was pool time again.