Have any of you started a project that you thought would take ten minutes to complete, only to find that the project has morphed into a huge and tangled event that has taken over your entire life? I am trapped in the middle of such a project right now.
[Image source: Half the deck].
This project started when I decided to buy one sheet rock screw so I could rehang the little metal shelf in my bathroom above the toilet (after the ceiling caved in a few months ago, I had to remove everything from the bathroom, and this little shelf was one of those items. In the process, one of the screws was lost). Since I am slowly regaining the use of my broken shoulder and arm, I thought that this little project would be good physical therapy for me. You know, nothing too heavy or demanding …
So I went to the local hardware store yesterday, looking for one screw. While I was there, I also found a few other items I need; a toilet brush and a soap holder and then .. I saw the thing I’ve wanted for years; a metal wire shelf that is meant to go into a closet to hold your clothes. Well, I don’t have a closet, and the flimsy but expensive little cloth “closet” that I bought years ago has long ago broken, so I can’t hang anything up any more — quite a problem for a person who also doesn’t own an iron! So I hang my clothes from my shower rod to keep them wrinkle-free (I do have to be careful when showering).
Despite its expense, I decided to get this shelf so I could screw it into a bedroom wall and finally be able to hang up my clothes (and put my blankets on top, instead of stacking them on my futon, where I also sleep).
So now, a day and a half later, I am caught up in a battle as I try to rearrange my apartment so I can fit this one shelf on one wall in my bedroom. Somehow, the entire place has become torn apart in the process (although my bathroom has finally been restored, whew). In the midst of this growing disaster, my parrots are looking at and chewing on boxes of teaching materials that I finally am discarding (yeah!), and boxes of textbooks and extra review copies of books that I plan to sell (on ebay? well, somewhere, so I can pay for this shelf!) — all because I want to fit this one shelf on my bedroom wall!
And of course, the temperatures and humidity in NYC have soared to barf-inspiring levels, and because I don’t have air conditioning, I have to rely on a couple fans to blow hot humid air at me while sweat trickling down my spine as I sit in one place, writing my blog. Unfortunately, the blowing air triggers my allergies and asthma horribly, despite taking three times the recommended dosage of antihistamines. I was really worried last night when the resulting congestion became so bad that my left eardrum threatened to rupture: it took awhile to get to sleep because of the sharp knifelike pain in that ear that I had to endure.
And worse, the shelf fell off the wall early this morning, dumping blankets, clothes and stuffed animals all over the floor, and ripping holes in the wall. Grrr! So now the mess is even worse than it was before, which I didn’t think was possible.
And the exterminator (HOPEFULLY!!) is coming tomorrow, to kill the cockroaches that are moving in again and to kill that damned mouse that sits about three feet away from me watching while I write! I wonder what the exterminator will think about the place, now that I’ve nearly destroyed it? Fortunately, I do have a door on my bedroom so I can hide some of the mess, and both the kitchen and bathroom (where he likes to spray) are clean and orderly.
But all in all, I wish I had never started this project, but now I am stuck: I have to finish it. But I really wish I had never gone looking for that one sheet rock screw.