Sunday, November 11, 2007

Sisyphus Looks Over and Takes Pity on Me

I’m sure you know who Sisyphus was. Ancient Greek mythology dude, condemned for all eternity to roll a big ol’ boulder up a hill, only to have it roll back down the other side. I’m sure ol’ Sisy had it bad with the huge rock and everything, but I’m also positive home boy never had to re-model a house. Because that is a curse for the ages, man.

Anyway, Sisyphus and his rock is an apt metaphor for what been happening around here with the remodel. I know I said I wouldn’t talk that much about it, but I just had to share a small sample of The Crazy with you.

We have become the Death Zone for paint, paint cans, paint related accessories and of course, my soul. There are over 30 empty paints can in the garage right now, waiting to be disposed of properly. Thirty! I’ll have a picture up later. Our house is only 2400 or so square feet! In case you are doing the math, that much paint is enough for 14 houses our size. To put it simply, we (and when I say we, I really mean my wife) have changed our minds about wall colors a couple different times during this whole beastly extravaganza.

Observe:

This is the color of Jonah’s room now. The color is called “Blue Grey” but depending on the light it either looks purple or a different shade of purple. Which is bad on many, many levels, but mostly because Jonah has been known to be slightly volatile on occasion. We have so far fooled him into thinking it looks like the color of a battleship. If anyone comes over and tells him it looks purple, I can not be held responsible for my actions.

But Jon, you should pictures last week and the room was a completely different color! Light Blue! Bright! A happy color! Well, yeah, it looked great in the room, but from the outside it looked pretty crappy. And for reasons that are far too tedious to go into now, looking like dooky from the outside was NOT an option.

Last week:

The problem is that his room is visible from the living room, all the way down the hallway. So according to certain members of my family and the contractor, it may as well be in the same room as the living room. And bright blue is not on the menu in the living room, to say the least. Bit crazy making, I have to say, but I love my wife, so I’ll re-paint the world for her. (I like the contractor just OK, I’d only re-paint a small continent for him, like maybe one of the smaller ones, like Europe or Australia)

Final Score for the Weekend:

Trips to Home Depot or paint store yesterday: 5 (a new record!) I am now so close to the people at the paint department at Home Depot that I’m godfather to one of the attendants’ kids.

Number of times we have painted Jonahs’ room: 3

The living room: 2

Hallway: 2

Tomorrow we are deciding on the FINAL, FINAL FINAL color of the flooring. And by final, I mean second to the last choice. 

1. It looks battleship grey to me and I live down the road a bit from a navy yard.

   How does one properly dispose of a paint can?

   Posted by michael  on  11/11/07  at  11:46 PM

2. omg we must be living parallel lives right now. I was at Home Depot three times before 2 yesterday and twice the day before. Today, we’re headed to Lowe’s and we’ve ALSO got to make a final decision about floor style. I want to gouge my eyes out with a paint brush.

   In the end, we took a 5 gallon bucket of sand colored paint that someone had given us (you know why people give away 5 gallons of paint? because it’s ugly) and dumped mossy green (rejected from the LAST time we did this) into it and now our whole upstairs attic is a color most often found in cammo.

   Le sigh. Just a few more thousand dollar decisions and it’ll be over, right?

   Posted by summer  on  11/12/07  at  06:33 AM

3. I have a watch whose second-hand is a small drawing of Sisyphus and his rock.  The last time I put it on, I noticed that Sisyphus had detached and was stuck in one place so that he’s now in a holding pattern with his boulder, and I thought “Someone is going to have a crappy time of it”.  Of course, I assumed that person was me, but I was wrong.  It’s you.

   Posted by schmutzie  on  11/12/07  at  07:18 AM

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