So, it's been a rough few weeks for me, energy-wise. As in "I've used more energy than what I had stored and now I'm running on fumes that are rapidly drifting away". I had things to do. Sometimes, especially when you live alone, you just have to do things.
Since I've had Chronic Fatigue Syndrome it's rare to
feel like I have 'enough' energy. For anything. A shower. A trip to the
grocery store. A visit with friends. Most of what I do is done in short
spurts - 5 minutes here, 10 minutes there, with lots resting in between.
Sometimes a shower requires a rest afterwards. A trip to the store
requires a very long rest afterwards and I sometimes don't feel back to
my new 'normal' until the next day or the day after. Sometimes things
just don't get done.
Other days, I'll (think) I have the
energy to start a job and finish it - like painting my kitchen door on
both sides. So a few weeks ago I bought the paint - blue for the
outside, white for the inside. Made sure the door was clean. Applied the
paint to the inside first. Whoops! Applied the wrong paint (I used the
flat exterior trim I'd bought for something else). Ok. I'll pretend
it's primer. Repainted with the satin. Uh-oh. It's looked flat, too.
Called my brother, got instructions. Sanded with 120 grit paper. Wiped
with a tack cloth. Repainted. Finish was still flat. Added another coat
the next day. Got tired. Door is still there, finish is still flat and
I'm getting used to it. I finally took the painters tape off after about
I got up the energy (I thought) a couple of days later
to paint the exterior. I was told the door had primer on when I bought
it, so I applied the beautiful blue latex satin paint directly to the
metal door. It was pretty streaky. So, I applied a second, then a third
coat and it looked beautiful!! Until 4 hours later when I removed the
painter's tape and all the stretchy latex paint pulled off with it in
big huge rubbery sheets. Except for the parts that had to be scraped
off with an old credit card. I'm getting used to the door being white.
And now I have a blue gate.
Speaking of which, there are
days, like today, when I decide that no matter how awful I feel I'm
going to tackle that simple little project I've been putting off for
weeks. All I wanted to do was put a colorful pull handle on my pretty
blue gate. The gate itself is a long story - made by a handyman who was
clearly not handy - but at least it's now a pretty color and deserving
of a pretty pull. After all, it's simple! It's easy! How long could it take? How hard
could it be? It probably would have been a 5 minute job if I'd had the
right size drill bit, a long enough cord for the drill, a drill that
didn't stop every 1/4", and if I hadn't had to sit down and rest every time the drill stalled.
Lessons learned today: Don't use a drill when tired.
Don't assume you can drill to hole level without measuring. Don't forget
to look at the back-side of where you will be drilling. Buy a new drill.
The good news: It may be crooked, but it works and it's festive!