The main factor hindering me from completing a task is this bothersome little thing I like to call "Monday." These Monday impediments always come along much sooner than I anticipate. During the week, I can rarely muster the energy after work to spend time on a project, and the aforementioned spouse's escalating annoyance often compels me to relocate much of the construction-related material and byproducts to a less conspicuous area, thereby rendering the area into something I'm able to view as more finished/less urgent than do other members of my household.
Currently, there is not a single room in our house not bearing my mark - a mark as familiar to my family as that of Zorro. He of the Z. Me of the tape-masked yet not painted, the spackled yet not sanded, the mitered yet not nailed.
That of which legends are made.
Just not particularly positive legends.
My husband compares me to a dog marking its territory, in an only slightly more tolerable manner.
Lest you believe me to be proud of my failings, please know that I'm not. I recognize the frustration of my spouse and my child, who must regularly traverse our abode in hurdle-like fashion. Still, I find myself unable to take most projects beyond a certain level of completion. Once the most challenging point is past, I find that my interest has gone with it.
I envy the surgeon who, once he's performed his job on the patient, can pass the needle and thread to his assistant and say, "Close her up." That's what I need for my unfinished life.
Karin Fuller can be reached via e-mail at karinful...@cnpapers.com. Her columns can be accessed online through her blog at thegazz.com.