I belong to a special little clan of people. We are Clan GerBear of Phoenix. We have a king. He is king of the land of procrastination. Named king because he has perfected the art of procrastinating. He is so good at it that sometimes, when he procrastinates, he can convince you that he's really busy doing something else. It's a talent unlike any I've seen before. You have to experience it to really appreciate it. Why am I telling you all this? Well, the king has attempted to start another project. We are on our second weekend, and no visible signs of real progress have been made. Let me give you a little backround:
The clan lives in a very nice castle, though the castle is old and in dire need of repairs. Many repairs have been waiting years to be completed. One day we will have a post about how 5 people have lived in a house together for the better part of 24 years and only had one working bathroom for more than half of those years.....but that's for another day. Today we are talking about our dining room. The castle is about 27 years old and it has the horrid '80's popcorn ceilings. The project of scraping the popcorn off the ceiling and retexturing it (not to mention painting the room) has been on the king's list for years. Through his art of procrastination he has used baseball, work, softball, work, yard work, softball......as excuses for not doing the project. I really do think he means well.....but the queen is over it. So, the king tells me to empty out the room because he is going to start the project that weekend. I don't do it because I just know something else is going to come up.....and it did. I waited a week and cleaned out the room for the long 4th of July holiday weekend. He promised he would start it then. He didn't. I don't even remember the excuse he used for that one. I tend to tune them out after all these years. Today, I get up, go to my Hallmark sale (which was awesome, by the way) come home and find him reading the paper. He asks me if I would like to go to breakfast. I never turn down a free meal, so off we go. While at breakfast he tells me he is going to start scraping the ceiling when we get home but first we are going to the local home improvement store to look at recessed lighting for the room. Ok, I'm fine with that. We actually end up going to two home improvement centers, buy nothing, and come home. The king promptly lays down on the bed where he is at this very moment taking a kingly nap. No scraping will get done today as he and the Prince will be taking in a royal baseball game this afternoon and they will be leaving in about an hour. Guess you have to rest up for all the energy it takes to sit in the air conditioned confines of Chase Field and root on the Diamondbacks. And to top it off, they are going again tomorrow, so there goes another weekend with no progress on the room. And meanwhile I sit here looking at an empty room with dirty walls and an ugly ceiling. Oh well......I guess there could be worse things. But right now.......I'm not in the mood to know what they are.
The clan lives in a very nice castle, though the castle is old and in dire need of repairs. Many repairs have been waiting years to be completed. One day we will have a post about how 5 people have lived in a house together for the better part of 24 years and only had one working bathroom for more than half of those years.....but that's for another day. Today we are talking about our dining room. The castle is about 27 years old and it has the horrid '80's popcorn ceilings. The project of scraping the popcorn off the ceiling and retexturing it (not to mention painting the room) has been on the king's list for years. Through his art of procrastination he has used baseball, work, softball, work, yard work, softball......as excuses for not doing the project. I really do think he means well.....but the queen is over it. So, the king tells me to empty out the room because he is going to start the project that weekend. I don't do it because I just know something else is going to come up.....and it did. I waited a week and cleaned out the room for the long 4th of July holiday weekend. He promised he would start it then. He didn't. I don't even remember the excuse he used for that one. I tend to tune them out after all these years. Today, I get up, go to my Hallmark sale (which was awesome, by the way) come home and find him reading the paper. He asks me if I would like to go to breakfast. I never turn down a free meal, so off we go. While at breakfast he tells me he is going to start scraping the ceiling when we get home but first we are going to the local home improvement store to look at recessed lighting for the room. Ok, I'm fine with that. We actually end up going to two home improvement centers, buy nothing, and come home. The king promptly lays down on the bed where he is at this very moment taking a kingly nap. No scraping will get done today as he and the Prince will be taking in a royal baseball game this afternoon and they will be leaving in about an hour. Guess you have to rest up for all the energy it takes to sit in the air conditioned confines of Chase Field and root on the Diamondbacks. And to top it off, they are going again tomorrow, so there goes another weekend with no progress on the room. And meanwhile I sit here looking at an empty room with dirty walls and an ugly ceiling. Oh well......I guess there could be worse things. But right now.......I'm not in the mood to know what they are.
Oh My Gosh, I love it!! If it were me, I'd put every darned thing back in that room, or I'd get up there and start scraping that stuff off myself. That would scare the bejeebers outta him, now, wouldn't it???
ReplyDeleteYou are too funny! I am not sure what has gotten into my "King" but he is THROWING things out! Believe it?
ReplyDeleteahahahaha....I knew when Daddy said he was gonna do this it would never happen! Oy....
ReplyDeleteI agree with Sister of the Procrastinator - I'd throw big old sheets over anything in the room, roll up my sleeves, and start scraping. Maybe then guilt would nudge him to start?
ReplyDeleteKathy says to tell you "she knows how you feel". I told her that it is a Dion trait and that I inherited it from my Dad as well as the packrat trait. Although I'm working on that one, I am still as much a procrastinator as Dan is. If you remember, Dad was one too. So you should have been used to it when you met Dan. As much as I understand how you feel, I'm still on Dan's side. LOVE YOU!!!!! Art XOXOXO
ReplyDeleteArt - You men always stick together! LOL
ReplyDeleteTo those of you who say I should just do it myself....bad idea. I know where and how to pick my battles with the procrastinator and that is not something I'm willing to do. I do not think I could endure the silent treatment that would follow. He's a stubborn one and honestly that's just not worth it to me.
I cant believe you dont know how to get him to finnish the room,it's simple just ask yourself what would mom do? Rember the hammer and dinning room wall? next saturday morning when he is reading his paper go into the garage and get his floor scraper, it has a flat blade about 18 inches wide with about a 5 fooot wood or fiberglass handle on it. grab it walkin with a smile on your face and say remember mom the hammer and dinning room wall, then turn around go to the dinning room and attempt to scrape the ceiling. If I know danny it will scare the crap out of him that you might do too much damage to the ceiling that he will have too fix. If he says you dont know what to do tell him you looked it up on this old house web site, you could even enlist beth's help. this would have almost the same effect as kicking a man in the balls only it's to his ego.
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