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Breaking the fourth wall. - Blather. Rants. Repeat.
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Breaking the fourth wall.
I had a badddd feeling about this.

Me and the kitchen, we weren't on the best of terms right from the get-go today.  I woke up at 8 for a 9:00 workout, and had enough time to clean up the dishes from last night. Unfortunately, most of that time got spent cleaning up one mysterious dish.  Something shattered so quickly and spectacularly, I couldn't even tell what it was.  The biggest piece was maybe an inch-long curve.  Still, it got done, as did the workout, and I came home to work on the checkbook and such when I heard the words:

Can you help me for a few minutes on straightening the fairy garden?

You may not have heard about these fae creatures in our kitchen. I hadn't, either, until the other three walls of the room were essentially done.  Of those three, two involved most of the  work- counters, backsplashes, and appliances all ordered, prepped and working.  The third was just some minor (by comparison) painting of that wall, which has no functioning Things except an electrical outlet; it's where the living room connects to the kitchen, by floor and also by pass-through shelf (aka the "kitty launching pad").

That leaves the fourth wall: likewise, no function, but Eleanor's plan all along was to mount a sturdy backdrop, using the leftover tile from the backsplash, to host a collection of small plants, figurines, low-volt lights and ironwork. If you haven't seen it on Eleanor's blog, it looks like this:

It doesn't look like that right now.


I was hanging around while Eleanor worked on getting behind it, adjusting the screws holding the structure up to the wall with some heavy-gauge wire.  It was a little off, and she was working toward adjusting the wire so it would balance.  There wasn't much for me to do until she was ready, if ready, to move it around on and/or off the wall, so I headed down the hall and waited for her to need me.

Instead, I got my second spectacular crash of the morning.  Fortunately, she wasn't actively working on it when the wire snapped, because it probably would've taken a good chunk of her arm along with it.  And the back itself didn't break. But all of the plants, figurines, dirt, pots, and- yes- more glass all faceplanted onto the kitchen floor.

I ran down the hallway, fearing major injury, instead seeing the mess, and I instantly felt like a warm pile of steaming shit for having left her at that moment.  It got tense for a bit, but we talked through it, and somehow in the midst of a lot of emotion, I managed to ask about an aspect of the design that we might just improve on.

We're working on that now.  There are now bigass hooks going directly into the wall studs behind the base, and chains, rather than wire, to fasten the structure to the wall.  At the moment, it's hanging from one end, resting on its base at the other end, and we've paused the effort in order to finish the cleanup and regroup before continuing the project.

On the bright side, we reconnected a dryer vent that came undone with minimal effort- and I got the damn checkbook balanced after all.
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angledge From: angledge Date: December 14th, 2015 02:32 am (UTC) (Link)
Home ownership is such fun!
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