The Library: Pt. 3

Spent Friday night working on the walls in this room. I should say wall (singular) because that was my goal. One wall scraped clean and spackled.

It’s ironic how something as simple as smooth walls can take so much effort to get there.

I carried the little TV from our bedroom, made some tea, got some snacks and resolved to devote my evening to this task.

Being without a cellphone currently left me unencumbered by the added heaviness that it possesses. I felt free to a certain extent and lost myself somewhere in the middle of balancing on a ladder and chipping away at the years that came before me.

It’s getting more tiresome, working on this house. Sometimes it feels like treading water. But it’s those hours that are spent in the pursuit of something more that keeps me coming back.