I’ve been doing loads of work with foam lately. As often as I can I’ve been slipping into the apartment to sneak in some pink stuff. The kind that sticks to your fingers or upsets your eyes and your face. I wore a suit and a mask while I was doing the fiberglass becuase damn, when I didn’t, I felt real low in the morning. Coughy as anything. I don’t want to do that again, so I’ll be sleeping with an air purifier. Anyways the fiberglass bit is done, now I’m using the spray foam. First adhesive, now expanding foam. I’ll be trimming it down with a buzzy knife when I get back. Then the sub floor goes back in, then the click-together floor, then the trim. Oh lord, so much trim. I was thinking I’d want to do cherry but, that’s a real pain, that. So I’ll go buy some painted pine, I think. Put cherry on the top, maybe. Maybe. 

I don’t like sanding in this heat if I can help it, and even with the pine, I’ll have plenty of that to do. It’ll be nice once it’s done, a good place to live, I think. 

I don’t really imagine the tenants we’ll find living there, I imagine Roby. I never lived with a kichen of my own until I was in college, and I barely knew how to cook or do much of anything. Having your own sort of proto-place as a young person doesn’t sound like a bad idea. Plus, it motivates me to make it nicer than I would if it were for some stranger.

Maybe that’s not so Christian.