We don’t need to know the way home

Things are still good – just a bit busy. Since last I posted, I made a couple of deadlines, gained another one, and did a LOT of yardwork and garage restoration. Also, I’ve acquired one fluffy-eared and wildly misnamed houseguest, so we’re having a good old time over here.

By “wildly misnamed houseguest” you regular readers will know that I mean “Cujo,” the super-sweet gent with three legs, a heart condition, and the greatest smile ever.

His people are out of town for a couple of days, so he’s hanging out here with us and kicking around with Greyson – getting some real good woofing done, indoors and out. Tomorrow will probably be a very loud day for the pair of them; the neighborhood is throwing a big yard sale, so it will be CRAWLING with people who just MIGHT stop at the gate and pet them…

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Holy cow! I Am Princess X is one of Publishers Weekly‘s picks of the week! And it comes out THIS TUESDAY at OMG LONG LAST! But you can still preorder, if you’re so inclined!


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So like I said, I’ve been busy. After fixing the patio from the flood damage and tackling the front yard’s ridiculous overgrowth, I moved on to the garage.

(I couldn’t find my safety glasses – but I was just spray-painting by this point, so cheap sunglasses sufficed.)

Our garage was added in 1930. It’s kind of gross, but we are still lucky to have it – for this is a historic district, and very few people have garages at all. (Since ours was built before 1950, it’s safely grandfathered in, despite its semi-deplorable condition.) Anyway, I’d been meaning to do something about it for awhile, so I cleaned the living daylights out of it and reworked the grody old cabinets.

We have five sets of cabinets in there, none of them matching. Two sets are metal, and are more rust than metal…or they were, until I spent two days sanding the crap out of them and spraying them down with SIX CANS of industrial grade Rustoleum. They won’t win any beauty contests, but now they aren’t flaking to pieces. And they match.

They went from this unfortunate state:

To this!

(Photo taken before they were entirely dry.)

I also painted the wooden cabinets so that THEY all match, too. I used the same latex exterior paint that’s on our house’s trim (because I have scads of it) – so they’re white, but I figure we can just hose them off if they get filthy.

Most of my restoration work was produced by plain old elbow grease, but the only tricky bit was actually these stupid wood cabinets. They’ve been uneven for so long that all the hinges have warped and the doors won’t shut right – making it look like we had a poltergeist hanging out in there.

Basically, I could either (a). pull off the cabinet doors and replace their hinges, then re-hang them all, OR (b). I could go to ACE and buy a bunch of hardcore magnetic fasteners, because they don’t have to line up perfectly to work just fine.

VOILA.

Exorcism: accomplished.

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Right! Well. Now I’m settled in with a drink and a fistful of Advil, because I ache all over the place. Have a wonderful weekend, everyone – and a very fine holiday to you all. Here, I’ll close with another dog picture. For goodwill reasons, that’s why.

One thought on “We don’t need to know the way home

    li class="comment even thread-even depth-1" id="comment-881878">

    Great job on the garage…you definitely earned more than one drink for such a transformation! ;D

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