cut like a knife
on thursday the handy man was laying down the underlayment for the bathroom floor when a sliver of wood pierced his finger. he took it out with the blade of my utility knife and put the knife in a box. later, when he asked for a pair of pliers, i cut my hand with the knife while rummaging through the box looking for the pliers.
i was overtaken by panic for a moment. i was already upset at being so far behind on the work.... the vanity was not proving co-operative. it was higher than average at 33.5" - which meant the sink water lines were not long enough to connect to the copper tubing coming out of the floor. the plastic tubing was short by 8 inches now. grover's had given me the wrong stone counter top cut for an undermount sink instead of a drop-in like i was planning to re-use. if they did not have supply of the kind i wanted i would have to spend more on a new sink and faucet fixture. i was over-budget as it was....every change or decision meant additional labor time. and then the cut with an unwashed blade that had a stranger's blood on it. overcome by frustration and fear i called snuffy and left a msg that i was having an existential break-down, so would he - could he - please call back? he did in abt an hour and sounded comepletely distraught. and then he reassured me that it would be alright and made me feel safe. he was sweet and caring - his voice full of tenderness.
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when i first told snuffy i was going to buy a house, he asked me not to. he gave me a number of reasons - the extra money and the extra work. but later told me the real reason... "if you buy a house, you will never move back here." i asked him why i would move back... he had taken the escapist way out: "to work with me in my law firm..." it was not a good enough reason for me. or for him. but now, everytime something happens regarding the house i am in two minds to tell him b/c he might say: i told you so. and i wouldn't like it.
i was overtaken by panic for a moment. i was already upset at being so far behind on the work.... the vanity was not proving co-operative. it was higher than average at 33.5" - which meant the sink water lines were not long enough to connect to the copper tubing coming out of the floor. the plastic tubing was short by 8 inches now. grover's had given me the wrong stone counter top cut for an undermount sink instead of a drop-in like i was planning to re-use. if they did not have supply of the kind i wanted i would have to spend more on a new sink and faucet fixture. i was over-budget as it was....every change or decision meant additional labor time. and then the cut with an unwashed blade that had a stranger's blood on it. overcome by frustration and fear i called snuffy and left a msg that i was having an existential break-down, so would he - could he - please call back? he did in abt an hour and sounded comepletely distraught. and then he reassured me that it would be alright and made me feel safe. he was sweet and caring - his voice full of tenderness.
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when i first told snuffy i was going to buy a house, he asked me not to. he gave me a number of reasons - the extra money and the extra work. but later told me the real reason... "if you buy a house, you will never move back here." i asked him why i would move back... he had taken the escapist way out: "to work with me in my law firm..." it was not a good enough reason for me. or for him. but now, everytime something happens regarding the house i am in two minds to tell him b/c he might say: i told you so. and i wouldn't like it.
