A Project Too Far

My life has been altered by a project too far. Perhaps, in retrospect, I could have waited, but I lusted after a shiny cleanable floor that no longer reeked of white trash living, like the old painted chipping, repainted, spackled in spots, particle board floor did.

The epoxy floor coating is still tacky, however, and I am reduced to staring through a homemade screen door at what once was my bedroom. The hall is now clogged in the former bedroom furniture. The cats lounge on what was once my bed bedding, now confiscated by them, for their lounging comfort.

This isn't a pretty thing. My clothes are hanging in the closet in the off limits bedroom, inaccessible to me. Like I say, this isn't pretty.

In retrospect, maybe I would have waited. Nah, I wouldn't have waited. It's not my way. I took the risk and maybe, in a day, or two, or a week, or a month, that shiny cleanable epoxy coated floor will be mine to walk upon! Hope still lives in my soul and shines on, in my heart. And the HUD inspector agreed not to come until Monday.

I snagged the internet cable this morning, and laced it through the screen door, to connect myself, to the big wide world that is likely still out there somewhere.


Fan, zip tied to the inside of the screen door, pointed in, to supposedly help move air across the surface.
Furniture crammed hallway in foreground, teen cats lounging on bedding in the background. That's my old chipped up dresser in the hall, in the foreground. Keni of Poppa brought that to me, when it failed to sell, as a used item, at Recycled Gardens. It used to sit in the room formerly known as my bedroom. I now call my former bedroom, "The Beautiful Blue Tacky Floor For Viewing Only Room".

Do you know what I think, when I look at the photo of the furniture and cat crammed hall? This is how dangerous my thinking has become. I think, "My gosh, the hall floor is so dingy. Next, I'll do the hall in epoxy coating." Hahahahahaha.