I do a little bit of contractor work on the side, I may have mentioned that a few times?
One of the things I get called on to do is patch holes in walls for people.
The thing is that it’s impossible, but doable.
You can cut out the damage, brace the inner wall, add some drywall even if the previous wall was lathe and plaster, put drywall compound on and make a perfect finished surface. You can even take a piece of the old wall to any paint supply store and get a can of the exact color of the surface no matter how old it was or how faded it was.
But you will never match the texture of the paint unless someone left a roller refill behind when they painted the wall in the first place.
People are usually just happy that the wall is smooth and the same color, and I’m happy to be paid for that.
Another thing I’ve done is worked with professionals to finish new walls. There’s a great deal of satisfaction in that, making a wall where there was none before and then drywalling it, filling the nail holes and taping the joints, mud and sand and paint and presto, finished walls that look real … because they are.
But then there’s my place …
Here at home we’ve been doing some work on the house. We swapped the kitchen for the family room and that meant patching some.
Patching a hole in a wall is easy enough, but when there are multiple holes in multiple walls it gets weird. Some areas were bad enough that it was easier to put up new wallboard over extensive parts. Now we’re working on corners, inside corners and outside corners, tape one, put corner bead on the other.
And then there’s a few spots where there was damage from deconstruction. That’s a lot like fixing a hole for a customer.
So what’s the problem?
Six rooms were involved if you’re talking about drywall. Twelve surfaces if you’re counting walls and ceilings. And three stages.
Today I was looking at my handiwork and admiring how I was all caught up to the point where I could continue taping joints.
I was sitting in my office (recliner) chair and taking stock of what my next step would be once I was done writing for the day, I have patched all the holes and taped all the flat joints. I even put some joint compound on one wall (the 13th I now realize) because it’s a highly traveled hallway and the patch was around some light switches and we were leaving for the weekend, the perfect time for mud to dry.
Feeling pleased with myself and planning my next step, I leaned back in my chair, put my hands behind my head and thought …
Back to patching.
Life with ADHD is like that.
Move forward and then realize you’re not ready yet.