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Diary #518

Last week was such a busy one, I actually need a few days in Seattle to catch up on my writing.  Most of my time was spent marking out locations for posts (for my bathhouse), drilling post holes, then leveling and squaring each post before setting it in place with concrete (remember the cement mixer?)  But in addition to that, I worked on trim; cleaned up branches pruned from the apple tree closest to the house; helped Jae clean a big rug; gave three different phone interviews; and probably a dozen other things I’m forgetting.  And that’s all despite being handicapped by no fewer than five broken nails.  That situation is being fixed today; though my regular salon called to cancel my appointment because the government’s unrealistic (her word) requirements for re-opening couldn’t be accomplished in time.  Fortunately, the county in which Sunset lies had a head start, and I was able to secure a late afternoon appointment today; it’ll be good to once again be able to touch my hair or anything made of fabric without my weak, peeling nails snagging in them.  And then I’m off to Seattle for the aforementioned writing break, before returning to Sunset on Thursday to prepare for the next stage of construction.

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This blog has always been unusual in a number of ways.  I publish once a day, every single day, at exactly the same time every day for the past ten years.  For the majority of that time, posts that constituted anything less than a full essay were rather rare; diary columns and Friday columns are often short, and holiday columns are now the online equivalent of a card, but other than that it’s mostly essays or news commentary.  But as I pointed out in March, the pandemic has crowded crude masturbatory fantasies out of the public consciousness, and since I don’t really do history columns any more, that actually leaves me a bit short on things to write about at this stage of the game.  That’s actually kinda convenient because I’ve been doing a lot of work out at Sunset, and therefore have less time to write.  However, the columns about that work have proven popular, so today I’m starting a new (albeit temporary) feature logging the progess on my bathhouse.  So consider this the first installment; right now it’s just a recently-delivered refurbished hot tub sitting on the slab outside my back door.  But I think you’ll find the weekly development interesting, and I’ll certainly welcome a little more time to work on it.

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Diary #517

On Saturday, as I was working on setting the piers for my new bathhouse, my manicurist called to let me know that she’s opening on June 1st; of course I made an appointment!  It will be so good for my hands to look and feel like those of a civilized lady again.  As of right now, I’ve got four broken ones (three on the right hand and the forefinger on my left), so not only do my hands look like shit, they’re also far less functional than usual.  I’m not used to hands without nails, which means my right hand is basically useless for fine work righy now (I am typing this with my middle finger) and I keep getting hairs, threads, etc snagged on the rough edges of the broken nails (which tear as they grow even if I file them).  And I don’t even like to look at my toenails.  Since I had my Botox week before last, now all I’m waiting for is my hair salon to call, so I can make these awful roots invisible.  Fortunately, it doesn’t grow all that fast, and I’m not due for a trim for a while yet, so I will not end up like Jonathan here (whom we’re probably going to have sheared soon).  And since the gent I call Dr. Quest has informed me that he’ll probably be able to see me soon, things for me are beginning to look like they’ll soon return to more manageable conditions.  And it’s about damned time.

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One of the things plague season has demonstrated to me is just how different my lifestyle is to that of most people.  Certainly, I’m losing money just like most small business owners, but fortunately, I have some generous readers, clients and friends who have been helping to ease that pain, and since I have for the past 17 months already been engaged in the process of shifting my business model to a smaller number of regular clients, the sudden drop in client contacts two months ago didn’t hit me as hard (financially or emotionally) as it did younger, less-established sex workers.  And given that my official residence (which has now become my primary residence) is on 11 acres of land 20 miles from the nearest town, most of the urban restrictions fell pretty lightly on my shoulders and gave me time to do a lot of long-neglected renovation.  Of course, the various restrictions (both real and made-up) are as annoying and frustrating to me as they are to any non-puritan, and I’m very concerned for the many small business owners I know who are being slowly strangled to death by politicians trying to save their own careers.  But for once, a disaster didn’t completely disrupt my life, as so many have in the past.  And I think that’s something I’ll be very thankful for over the next couple of years.

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Diary #516

On Thursday afternoon, I located a pretty good deal on a refurbished hot tub, and Chekhov went to look at it on Friday; the deal was quickly made and by the time I went to my beauty doctor appointment I had already arranged for it to be transported.  The footprint of the tub is just a little bigger than the slab behind the house where we decided to locate it, so I drove out to Sunset on Saturday and within an hour was digging out the area for the 2-foot extension to the slab, which we poured before dinner.  Then on Sunday I laid the first half of the new living room floor; it was a bit tricky because I wanted to continue it uninterrupted from Grace’s room, but within a couple of hours I was past the difficult part and by about 6 pm all the displaced furniture from the west side of the room was back in place.  Monday was a lot easier, and you can see that it’s a vast improvement from what was there before.  So now it’s on to digging lots of post holes for the supports of the bathhouse floor; since a lot of y’all seem interested, I’m going to keep a visual log of our progress on that project, which will probably take the rest of the year.  And that will make my writing schedule much easier while I’m working on it!

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Last weekend, we redid the floor in Grace’s room; on Friday I moved everything out other than her bed and nightstand, and I pulled out the grotty old vintage ’70s vinyl flooring and the old nailing strips for carpet which had been removed before I bought the house.

Then on Saturday (starting about noon) I pulled out the remaining furniture, made one last pass for staples and nails, swept, vacuumed and mopped, then laid down new laminate flooring (with the help of Jae & Chekhov).  So by just after sundown, it looked like this:

Which is why you didn’t get a really fancy column. But it is Friday, after all.

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Now that I’m starting to have reasons to be in Seattle again, I’m shifting to splitting my time between Sunset and the city.  Since we’ve discovered that lazy people will use made-up pandemic restrictions to avoid work they don’t want to do (such as mixing paint at Home Depot or dealing with chemical garbage at the dump), it’s also helpful for our projects for me to be able to get to places that have nearby competition; that’s how I was able to buy this last week (the box actually fit in the back seat of my sedan).  When I mentioned it to Matisse, she was rather amused; I guess a cement mixer, even a small one, is a rather strange thing for a whore to own.  Is a steam cleaner weird too?  Because I also bought one of those last week, to replace our old one (which seems to have been among the tools stolen from us in ’17).  I suppose I own a lot of unusual things; even my DVD collection includes a lot of movies most people have never heard of, and my kitchen includes gadgets that are seldom seen in modern American kitchens (such as crumpet rings and a manual meat grinder).  Anyhow, I’m headed back to Seattle again the day this publishes, and I plan to return to Sunset on Saturday.  And if I’m lucky it will be with the receipt for a newly-purchased hot tub.

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