TUESDAY, JULY 11TH, 2006
The life of a stripper...
Stripping off wallpaper is a miserable job. Messy, sticky and when the people who put it up plastered it over an assortment of pubic hairs and insects, absolutely disgusting. I feel like I've been given a one inch paint brush and a bucket and told to paint the Statue of Liberty. I got all of the wallpaper off an entire bathroom and I've barely made a dent in what has to be done faster than fast. The only thing making me feel a bit better is the giant syringe-style paint roller that Ana lent me. That should speed the painting somewhat.
I ran a quick errand today while taking a break from scraping and drove in a loop around the neighborhood. I must have seen three instances of homes for sale right next to another home for sale. The worst was a row of FOUR houses, one right after the other, with "For Sale" signs parked on the lawns. I wanted to puke. I got out of the car at three houses (I passed seventeen in all just going to and from the grocery store!) and got a brochure from the box or tube on the sign. After checking them out online and doing the math, I'm still very well priced by comparison. It's just that no one is buying.
I'm considering visiting a botanica and possibly hiring a Santero to help things along. Hey, desperate times, desperate measures.
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