this house ain't talking zen no more {renov #25}

{previously}

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i'm not kidding. i'm down to the last downstairs room to be renovated and i am glad. who wouldn't be? 
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still, it has been far from clear skies, and like the rain that has fallen excessively lately, my moods fell accordingly.

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today wasn't a good day. the walls in this dwelling are old, too old. they should have been fully replastered. 
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what i'm doing is, doing the old plaster up. it has the advantage the dust stays manageable. the biggest downfall however, these walls are a-l-i-v-e.

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thus i was rolling my pin over a moon landscape {craters, dales, hills}, when all of a sudden brown dust starts flowing downwards. like blood, like a flaming river, it kept coming. 
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dust, horse's hair, starched plaster. 
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i stared at it, i stared at my roller. i kept calm, but didn't carry on. it dawned on me. i'd had enough!

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there i stood, on that ladder. how many thimes have i mounted that pesky ladder? as many times as i've pesky descended it. 
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and guess what? 
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i'd had enough. 

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what with this internet keeping me from updating my shop too. i've had enough. 
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all this daily pocket worry, preparing new booklets to be added and none of it. 
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there's only so much any person wants to take. 

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and now this house starts vomiting too! 
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so now we've had enough, this house and me both! 
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so today, we quit. 
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we've had enough.

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guess what we're doing tomorrow? ☻
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on a different note though. 
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we are coming closer to before & afters. what a long haul, hey? 
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