MissTick
Thingish Things

Last weekend did my back. That’s it, can’t move without feeling sharp shot of pain across the lower back and further down the leg, almost like electric shock, it feels. I am becoming an air to ground isotropic electrical conductor, better stay well earthed. It is all worth it...this phrase I’ve heard a lot lately. Mostly, referred to the long term house project I’m being heavily involved in for the last 5 months. Heavily involved is not exactly the right word for being right in the epicentre of it all. It is all worth it in the end they used to say with a friendly pat on my back. You can do it, they used to say. We trust in you, they used to assure. And it was me who didn’t believe it will be all that worthy after all and it was me who had doubts in my ability to see it through and it was me who didn’t have all the confidence necessary to accomplish what I started. And yet it is the end. And I made it here. This weekend the last Great Effort of wall papering the new room has put an end to The Biggest Project of The Century.  And I’ll be damned if I’d ever do the same again. It was awful, cost a lot of money, but more importantly, cost much more in tears, giving up thoughts and out of my endurance level efforts and I will never ever ever start anything this scale again.  It was really a no choice situation and I had to do what I had to do for it was not for my personal fancy, but mostly to make life easier for the others I'm held responcible for. I have a suspicion that if it would’ve been for myself, I would give up on its way back, right in the beginning, when I realised I might have bitten more then I could ever chew. And yet today the time has come when I can call it a day and say it’s done now. The little things like curtains, shelves, furnishing and personal touches do not count. Honestly, they don't. At this point they look oh so insignificant compare to all the mess of demolished and moved walls, structural fittings, plastering, painting, wall papering and most importantly, all the associated pains of planning, designs and choices. Besides, it can certainly wait. Wait till better times, or in other words, till the times when I’ll get tired of spending my evenings laying on the sofa, watching tv and luxuriate in doing nothing, Absolutely Not A Thing! Yep. This is what I’m going to do this Christmas and there will be no reason in the whole world that can make me move off this place during that time and until I had enough of it. Period.