It’s gotten to the point that falling into bed and zonking out for seven hours isn’t cutting it.
I admit I had no idea how exhausting this would all be. Yesterday we finished stripping the wallpaper, returned the rental steamer, and I began on the next stage: removing wallpaper paste.
If you have never had the luxury of experiencing this activity, let me just say that you’ve missed a defining moment. How much patience do you have? And is your arm and shoulder strength equal in power?
Sucks to be you, then.
I resorted to a scrub brush and water laden with TSP. Sloshed the mixture onto the wall section, let it sit, and then wiped the softened gunk off with a rag. It usually takes three repetitions before you get it all, and there’s lots of scrubbing with that brush on the last two passes.
Repeat. Square foot by square foot. Gluey water runs down your arm. Bits of sticky paper adhere themselves to you. Paper, paste, and water decorate the floor. And if you leave it on any surface to dry, removal is ten times harder.
And mind you, I have yet to do the ceiling. Guess how thrilled I am at the thought of sticky TSP water dripping into my hair and eyes today?
The surprise to me was how much I had to use my pincer grasp to peel off recalcitrant bits of paper, particularly the ones that line counters or cupboards. The muscle that opens and closes my thumb is overtasked. Kind of like my neck and shoulders and lower back.
However, there is progress. Some of the walls are already primed and painted. I’m unsure about keeping this color–it’s what we had left from the bedroom project, and while I adore the shade, I’m entirely uncertain about moving that same shade downstairs. But it’ll do for the moment, and repainting will be so much easier than what we had to undergo to get to actually paint this room, that it doesn’t boggle my brain.
What has suffered (besides my poor tormented body, I mean) is the writing. I am so wiped out by dinner time, that it’s all I can do to not fall asleep where I sit. I’m not even pretending to open a file, although the goal today is to crit a friend’s work in and around the kitchen ceiling.
I’m taking a lot of breaks, I betcha.
But it’s kind of sad that I’m looking forward to school on Monday, because then I won’t have to stare into the kitchen abyss. I’m hoping that the refrigerator gets moved back to its station against the wall, that all the counter stuff returns to their rightful places by the end of the day, and that I’ve cleaned the floor and countertops thoroughly.
Oh, yeah, and the glue is off the ceiling.
The only good news is that I have eight panels above my head for the lights, which meant the prior owners could not actually wallpaper there. Otherwise they would have.
It’s my only solace this morning.