It takes me about an hour to get from work to Walt’s. I have time to reflect as I am driving. He and I have been friends for about 17 years. What is a 17 year friendship worth? I mean I have other friends. I could just point my car towards my house, and not answer my phone, email, or IM’s. Just cut him lose, and I wouldn’t have to finish this bathroom. I’d never have to see him , or the bathroom again. Then I remembered Jillian was making lasagna and some sort of Mississippi chunk brownies.
I have found that if I eat before I get to Walt’s we get more work done. I wanted to get the rest of the tiling done, so I ate on the drive to his house. I usually don’t get to his house until 6:30 and that really doesn’t leave a lot of time for working. I’ve gotten better at deflecting his attempts to distract me from working so we are starting to get in a little bit of a rhythm.
I hate Walt.
So much for being done in 3 days. I’ll be lucky if it’s 3 weeks. Jillian was off doing something tonight so I stopped and got some food on my way to Walt’s. Honestly, I think it occurred to Walt that I may be stretching out this job to get more food, so I think he told her to throttle it back some. When I walked in, he simply said “I hate you”. And I got to work.
Tonight Jillian made homemade Meatloaf, Broccoli and red skin garlic mashed potatoes. Honestly, I don’t even care for meatloaf in general, but it was very good. She also made some of the best macadamia nut cookies I have ever had. I mean they were stupid good. The kind of cookies that makes you want to smack someone. Oh yeah, Walt.
Unfortunately, a lot of the evening was wasted “calculating”. We had to rebuild all the plumbing in the shower and we had to find some special fittings to mate up to the old stuff that was there. I swear plumbing is the thing that holds up every project that I do. Plus, Walt had extra gas from the double meat pizza we ate the night before which almost got him locked out in the garage. I swear I think he wants me to stab him.
I think I may have figured out what Walt’s superpower is. The ability to slow the process of work. I can’t even explain it. It doesn’t matter how much energy I have, or how good my intentions are, he just bombards me with “ok wait, let’s think about this”, or “you know, we could…”. Followed by 10 minutes of filibuster. I think I am probably just going to stab him when he’s not looking.
If you are reading this you are most likely aware that I have been out of commission for the past few month due to “technical difficulties”. When my boy Geevax came to me and asked if I would help renovate his bathroom for him, I figured it was time to get back to work. He told me what he wanted to do, and I figured we could knock it out in a weekend.