This weekend brought really nice weather, gardening, a three-egg day, failed DIY attempts and lots of (misplaced) anger.
We planted our seedlings:
- Tomatoes (Early Girl, Manitoba, and Sweet Million)
- Honeynut Squash
- Surprise! (can’t remember what it is; either cucumber or melons, we think)
We ate our first homegrown salad of the year: baby spinach, asparagus, and French Breakfast radishes.
A Three-Egg Day
Perhaps they’ve all three been laying for awhile, but yesterday, I collected three eggs from the nest (one in the morning, one in the afternoon, and one after supper). Proof positive. Even though I’m still worried about one of them (floppy comb); her abdomen is still really big and swollen. But if she’s laying, she must be okay. ‘Tis my experience that unhealthy chickens don’t lay (unless they’re hopped up on antibiotics and hormones or something, which my girls are not). They are still receiving their daily dose of yogurt.
Failed DIY Attempt
A few posts back I mentioned all the projects I was going to do to keep myself busy once foster toddler left, and that included finally installing baseboard in my bedroom.
This is a lot more difficult than the Internet makes it out to be. Probably because I have an old house with crooked walls and uneven floors.
I bought a thick baseboard (11/16″) to cover the gap between the wall and the new flooring, thinking that I wouldn’t have to install quarter round. WRONG.
Sure, it covers the gap just fine, but my damn floors are not level and now there are gaps between the baseboard and the floor, ranging from a barely noticable 1/8″ to a glaring 1/2″. GRRRRR.
I consulted This Old House, as I usually do, and they had a step-by-step tutorial on how to get a tight fit. I was good until Step Five – scribe the baseboard along the bottom. I marked it out with a compass, and then went to cut the boards. Unfortunately, scribing the bottom of an 8′ long baseboard with a circular saw set to a 5 degree bevel is beyond my carpentry skills. Cursing and crying ensued as I wrecked baseboard after baseboard.
I walked away from the project (literally, I took the dogs for a walk), and came to the decision that I would install the rest of what I had at the highest level point of the floor, then buy a couple more boards to finish it off and some quarter round to cover the gap between the floor and baseboard.
But by that point, I couldn’t even install level baseboard and ended up ripping everything out and walking away. Again. So I still don’t have baseboard in my bedroom.
On the plus side, I feel really comfortable using an air nailer now, and was at least able to finish installing the quarter round in the rest of the house.
List of things I was angry at this weekend:
- Uneven floors
- Crooked walls
- Old houses
- Fucking birds singing outside my window at 4 a.m.
- The fact that dogs can’t speak English
- The aging process
- Biking up hills
Glimmer of Hope
Will took me to the Shakespeare on the Saskatchewan site, and I felt a small twinge of excitement. For the first time since foster toddler left, I was looking forward to something in the future. Small step.