The tall bookcase, the tall-black-used-to-be-natural-teak-Scandinavian-Modern-1978-vintage bookcase, is finally up and loaded.
And even after all that, it was still wanting to gap at the top once I stood it in its corner again.
Another coat of shellac to cover up the evidence, let it dry a day or so, and by Friday it was ready to receive back all the LPs and books that have been sitting in boxes in my front room the past, oh dear, five years or so.
Of course I managed somehow to put the new shelf supports at the wrong height.
So they're in. And the walnut veneer bookcase (which used to belong to my grandmother) is in the process of getting levellers on its right end to accommodate my sloping floor (had to paint the white plastic part black. Looked glaring otherwise). And last night I stayed up till 4:00 AM cleaning out my workshop so I can go back to cutting trim for the stairhall and new stops for the windows. Not that I didn't start that task two or three months ago.
My excuse for the slowness is that I'm substitute teaching during the day most days and within a hour or two of leaving school I'm working every weekday evening at the Big Blue Box Store.
If I were truly dedicated to renovating my house, I'd avoid the computer and the Internet and work-work-work on the house until I fell into bed.
I am not that virtuous or disciplined. But millimeter by millimeter, inch by inch, I'm getting things done.
By Christmas 2014, I may even have the wallpaper in the dining room stripped. Now that would be excitement.