Continually Uphill
The painting is done, including some touchups… I had a whole bunch of missed spots on the wall lastnight, heh, I guess that comes from doing it in the wee hours of the morning. After quite a battle with the gigantic roll of carpet, it’s now down on the floor, fairly smooth. I need to smooth it out a little more and then do a little trimming around the edges so that it isn’t ‘climbing the wall’ anymore. I’m really kind of exhausted from all this… I stretched out the remodel of this room over a course of months, but this whole schedule thing has me working quite diligently.
It’s a little deflating because I haven’t a bloody clue what’s going on with Cole… I think the latest solidified plan was me going up there, spending a night or two, then the two of us coming here for a week, him then taking the train back. Then that got all rearranged for a reason I cannot quite remember at this point, but I’m not sure that’s even going to happen because of some North Carolina thing. Apparently the store owner guy wants him to go down there for a month — oi. Ehh, I’m going to not worry about it - haha… yeah, uhm, me not worry… It just sort of changes my motivation towards the lack thereof. Not to mention, because I shouldn’t, but it’s becoming increasing difficult to have any kind of lucid conversation with him, because he’s nearly always in a state of unsober… or he’s beyond distracted because he’s at work. On a certain level I can totally understand it, because I’ve been there myself, but ergh, it’s really worrisome too. Ultimately though, even if the conversations are disjointed and brief, I still really appreciate them… because, I guess, I at least know that he’s alright.
I just miss him being around, since it was so nice to have him here for several weeks and then see him again two weeks later for a few days up in Ohio. I’m just disgrunlted with the work thing, because he was supposed to go to some work related thing in some state far away back around his birthday, which caused a cancellation of our plans to see each other then. Ultimately he didn’t go, nor did we see each other, so it was totally unproductive, and I can see the exact same sort of bullshit coming from his work this time. I suppose I just can’t shake the idea that these people fuck with him, constantly changing their plans that involve him, which means that any plans he made with anybody else get squished in the process.
Oh, the fabric I bought lastnight, I failed to mention that it was only $1 per yard, so $20 for a TON of fabric… I just need to sew up the sides and such. I still need to figure out a good way to hang the fabric in the corners.