Caulk Gun Safety and Toasty Buns

Do you ever stare at your computer in the grown-up stare? It's what you do when you just wrote an entire blog post, almost novel-length, and the computer says, "Nope, not today!"


Autosave is supposed to be on. Maybe it's just a trick.


I'm too grown-up to throw the computer. Swearing at it does no good. I could condemn it to the Famously Hot Place, but I don't think it would care.


So I stare. The I-can't-believe-what-just-happened stare.


Then I start over.


Anyway, all this painting at the new house has me caulking the cracks all over. Squirt, squirt, squirt, filling all those ravines between the trim and the plaster.


I didn't realize painter's caulk was a thing. Now I'm buying a dozen at a time. The house was built in 1927, so I can't complain about it.


When you spend too much time alone with a caulk gun, you come up with pictures like this: here I am demonstrating caulk gun safety.



Notice if you will:

  1. My finger is off the trigger.

  2. The caulk gun is pointed in a safe direction, always taking into consideration what is beyond the visible surroundings.

  3. I always assume the caulk gun is loaded.


 

The stars at night are big and bright (clap, clap, clap, clap) deep in the heaaaaaart of Cornfield, Indiana.


Mom and Dad had a campfire and hot dog roast at their new farmhouse tonight. At one point, the entire fire was encircled with people toasting their buns.




The farmhouse is the perfect place to look up in the clear sky, away from any noise, and just realize how small we really are.


Among the entertainments of the night were scary sounds from the pond. Scary when you don't know what it is. We heard splashes and rustling and... Fill in the blanks with any sort of story imaginable.


What made the storyline even better was when we found a human-sized trail through the cattails down to the water. Most reasonable people would say that was a deer trail.


But at night, with sounds you don't know, that trail could be...


And the imagination goes wild. Out flies reason, just like the nightly bats.


I'm glad this isn't alligator country.


 

You may be wondering just how the house is coming along. That's the most common question I hear right now, besides "Mom, will you unlock my phone?"


Sooo, to answer the question you may, or may not, have asked, it's going sloooowly. I spend every minute I can dancing with a paintbrush.


All the sloppy painting is finished, and we (the mouse in my pocket and me) are down to the careful trim work. After that, floors. Yay.


The plumbing is done (thank you, T.D.!), and the bathroom is fabulous now (thank you, A.H.!).


I'll leave you with some before, during, and after pictures.


Vanity before, plus chewed-up door trim.

Plaster, holes, tileboard.

I wish we could have saved this original floor.

Taking out tile.

Walls repaired.

A.H. installing new flooring.

A working bathroom!