So if you've been reading this site, you know that I'm remodeling my house right now. I decided to get going on it last night, now that I've chosen colors for the rooms (I think) and so I went to buy paint. I'm putting wainscotting in the dining room, and I also needed to take down this dividing wall between the kitchen and dining room that the former owner of the house put in.

So last night, I took a hammer, a crowbar, and I went to work. I didn't expect to enjoy the demolition as much as I did.

Seiously, though, I think I've found the cure for any depression you might be feeling: it's tearing shit up. It was so damn satisfying to knock down a wall that I've hated since I moved in.

WHACK!

"OH YEAH, MOTHERFUCKER! NOT SUCH A STRONG WALL NOW, ARE YOU?!"

I think I scared the dogs.

I feel so very butch.

If you'll excuse me, I think there's something else I can tear up.

i'm going to start redecorating my house soon.

i might just have to find myself a wall to knock down....

We had half-walls in our bedroom that I absolutely hated. Last summer, I got a sledge hammer and went to work. It was a LOT of fun.

Then I had to repair the hole it left in the main wall, so I decided to float and tape the sheetrock myself. It isn't perfect, but hey, it ain't bad for a beginner. I think I could have been a sheetrock installer in another life. I really liked the zen-ishness of floating, trying to get the seams perfectly smooth.

Of course, I messed it up again trying to match the existing texture. ;-)

I just stumbled across your site, and was immediately taken by your experiences. I was pleasantly surprised to see that I was reading something posted by "family". :-) My partner and I have lost many loved ones in the last few years, and I surely understand the feelings you describe. Btw, I identify on the Clear Channel issue too, and I too surrendered and purchased XM radio. I wish however I had gone with Sirus for more liberal content. Take care, Jade