The Day I did…Well Not Much

The weather has been absolutely beautiful, no stunning since arriving here; however, yesterday it took a turn for the worse. Buckets would be an adequate description of how much rain was falling down from the sky. So what does one do when you have a bunch of outside work to be done, and the inside is at a bit of a standstill until certain things arrive? Well you do you a couple of things, the first being you go and clean the concrete in the basement with an acid wash treatment. It came as a surprise to me that the bottle specified to wear acid resistant shoes. Acid resistant shoes? Ummm doesn’t acid melt approximately everything, and most of my shoes are still packed away in a box…somewhere. So I put on my old rainbow flip flops, pulled some grocery bags over them, tied them around my ankles, and proceeded to commence with the concrete treatment.

The acid in the treatment melted the bags, big surprise, but luckily my feet and flip flops came out mostly unharmed. Acid burns on your skin aren’t that big of deal anyway. After the initial treatment and wash, one must wait for the floor to dry before you can do anything else to it. So now that the one big household task has been accomplished, what is there left to do? I will tell you what was left to do, go through my embarrassingly big movie case, pull out some old school seasons of Buffy, which I may or may not own, and have a 90’s vampire slay fest.

I am a child of the 90’s. I love the 90’s. Okay, I even own more shameful 90’s television seasons than Buffy, whose names shall never be disclosed in writing. While zoning out to the cheesey vampires and demons trying to take over Sunnydale, I had fun counting how many red welts were raising on my skin from the acid. I never came to a final conclusion, but it was a day, where I played with chemicals, watched some good ole Buffy, and did well, not much.

The Day I Painted a Concrete Floor

I painted a concrete floor today. I have never been good at painting. It is one of those things that I am happy to help, but in the end, most of my work needs to be redone. So imagine my trepidation when I had to paint a whole floor! The thing is, painting a floor is actually a lot easier than painting walls, at least in my opinion. The only thing about this particular floor, well the house really, is there is a bit of an ant problem. Apparently, they have bad years for ants over here, and ta-da this is one. The pest control guy is coming on Friday to spray, can I get a hallelujah! Anyways, the basement definitely has a lot of creepy crawly ants around. I have started making up theme songs about being a super hero ant killer. I have lost track of how many ants I have stomped, thwacked, smushed, and all around obliterated. I added quite a few to my number today, because they would go crawling in the way of my paint roller, and splat, smush, spread, they went. The floor is a now a nice bronzed ivy (no I am not being a smart-a, that is the actual name of the paint chip from home depot), but it has a lovely texture and make-up of insect bi-product and exoskeleton proteins.

At the end of the day, it made painting a concrete floor all the more entertaining, and washing out the roller all the more absolutely disgusting. Can you say ant massacre anyone?

The Day I Said ‘You Too’ With a Southern Twang

Enough said.