Caulk and Spackle, Toil and Trouble…

Sorry Shakespeare!
Sorry Shakespeare!

It was another Sunday Morning session with the white pasty substances. Using Fast and Final spackle is almost like frosting a cupcake. Here, let me show you!

Astronomy-related treats for my students!
Astronomy-related treats for my students!

I recently made cupcakes in the colors of stars: orange-red stars are cool small stars, and blue stars are hot and bright. Our Sun is there in the middle. The Main Sequence is the result of the relationship between color, temperature and lifetime of stars.

HR+Diagram(units)

I had fun making them, and I thought spackling and caulking would be just like that!

Frosting?
Frosting?
stuff and spread...
stuff and spread…
Yes, just like frosting cupcakes....
Yes, just like frosting cupcakes….
...except for, like, EVERYTHING IS DIFFERENT!
…except for, like, EVERYTHING IS DIFFERENT!

I didn’t have to frost the cupcakes on my side, in piles of dust and spider webs, trying to stuff “frosting”  into cracks upside down. Darn gravity!

Smooth!
Smooth!
Eventually this will all be painted over, and realistically, no one will ever rest their eyes on this part of the building, but there is a sense of satisfaction knowing that it is done and done right, or as right as rookie me can get it.
Meanwhile, Grindstone Mike was working on the quatrefoil window frame. Sanding and caulking was the order of business.
Sanding
Sanding
We also put up trim between the ceiling and the wall along the back of the church with toe molding.
Could you hold this, please?
Could you hold this, please?
We angle- cut the molding so the pieces would fit nicely against each other and be held in. I’m learning a lot about how buildings are put together. I ask a lot of questions, but luckily Mike is very smart and knows the answers.
"If we don't angle them, it will look like crap..."
“If we don’t angle them, it will look like crap…”
I’m good with it!
So up the ladder with all the tools and materials.
Nail gun control!
Nail gun control!
And wah lah, the finished product. Again, will anyone ever notice? Probably not, but they’d notice if it WASN’T done, so it must be done!
Voila!
Voila!
Another cold, dry, windy Sunday in Grindstone City. Another chunk of work done. But as Shakespeare said, “Things won are done, joy’s soul lies in the doing.” So we are feeling joyful!
Yaaaaay!!
Yaaaaay!!
Hard to tell, isn't it!
Hard to tell, isn’t it!
But it is done, and it was kinda fun! We’re learning a lot, trying to enjoy ourselves, and imagining the finished project. A beautiful church, an art gallery filled with gorgeous and thought–provoking art in many different media, lots of light and color and love!
"If all the year were playing holidays, to sport would be as tedious as to work." -William Grindstone Shakespeare
“If all the year were playing holidays, to sport would be as tedious as to work.”
-William Grindstone Shakespeare
– The White Church Gallery

Midwinter Jicker Boots

Midwinter Jicker. I looked it up. It’s not a real phrase, according to Scrabble and the dictionary, but I know it’s real because 1. I’m in it and 2. Lots of other people are too. Dr. Seuss knew about it- he made it up. It’s perfect. It’s the anomaly of weather at this time of year, and this one is a doozy. I wonder if you can use “doozy” in Scrabble. It’s cold, snowy, icy, frigid, unsafe, dry, unpleasant, dark, gloomy, never-ending and, dare I say, totally jickery.

Ways to deal with the jicker: 1. drink a lot. 2. eat a lot 3. buy boots.

Work Boot Splurge
Work Boot Splurge

Splurge is another good word, like jicker and doozy. But can you technically splurge when the boots are super-duper on sale? Above you see three newly waterproofed pairs of man-boots, and two pairs of, well, more man-boots in a smallish size. They fit me like a glove-boot.  I’ve been in the habit of wearing stupid things in a construction zone due to not having smart shoes to wear, so I finally decided to get some good, sturdy boots.  The ones I’m wearing are cushioned, yet ventilated, steel -toed, yet light at the same time.  Oxymoronic comfort. The matching pair of chestnut boots were just a coincidence. Mike had bought his three pair of bootage the weekend before at the now-closing Normans in Bad Axe. I bought mine the following weekend, not realizing it was the same boot. But how adorable- we can tramp around the church matching our little hearts out!

Matching flannel and tired expressions! Priceless!
Matching flannel and tired expressions! Priceless!

Of course my flannel is shot with silver glittery threads. I know you can’t see it in the photo, but you can see the black velvet collar. Looks great with caulk stuck to it.

Learning how to Caulk, feel like a rank beginner. Am a rank beginner.
Learning how to Caulk, feel like a rank beginner. Am a rank beginner.

Speaking of caulk, that’s what we’ve been spending our weekends playing with. And when I say playing, I mean getting up on a high ladder, balancing precariously, using bare fingers to stuff nasty dusty cracks in the church with a sticky, gooey and totally ornery substance while feeling like you’ve never been able to do anything right IN YOUR WHOLE PATHETIC LIFE because the caulk won’t stay put and starts dripping down onto your cute flannel shirt shot with silver thread and collared in velvet. You know, that kind of playing. Just the way to get through the Jicker.

"You're not SERIOUSLY taking a picture now?"
“You’re not SERIOUSLY taking a picture now?”

In case that sounds like way too much fun for a Sunday morning, I forgot to mention the enclosed spaces we’re working in…

Don't raise your hea.....OUCH!
Don’t raise your hea…..OUCH!

…and the scraping of cakes of crud, gobs of grime, and flakes of flotsam that will accompany the eventual (and looming) painting of the Ceiling. I capitalize it because I have a healthy respect for the Ceiling.  It’s vast, and may kill us or leave us writhing, at the very least.

"I wonder what the weather's like in the Bahamas today?"
“I wonder what the weather’s like in the Bahamas today?”
"Warm and Sunny, with probable comfort and pleasure in the forecast."
“Warm and Sunny, with probable comfort and pleasure in the forecast.”

 

Luckily Santa brought us bright blue gloves to brighten the Midwinter Jicker Dark Blues. Thanks Dad! I mean Santa!

I wonder what Nitrile is. Sounds explosive!
I wonder what Nitrile is. Sounds explosive!

Note the difference in fit of the glove between the box photo and my actual hand. It turned out to be more efficacious to use the bare hand when stuffing toothpaste back into the tube, which is the equivalent of what we were doing with the caulk. But the gloves are uber suave, and I used them with style.

"I'm crushing you!!"
“I’m crushing you!!”
Get thee in there, Caulk!
Get thee in there, Caulk!

So we got through most of both sides of the church in two weekends, not by killing ourselves, but by pacing ourselves. I think we’ve finally come to the conclusion that there’s no use in damaging yourself for something that is supposed to give you joy and be a good thing. No one wants bad Ju Ju in the church. Well, it might be too late for that, considering its history,  but it is an environment that, of any I’ve known, would be able to keep the Midwinter Jicker at bay. There is always some symbol of the beauty to come…

Lit from without, but soon lit from within.
Lit from without, but soon lit from within.

…and inspiration to keep us coming back weekend after cold, dry, dark weekend to make the church a place of beauty and inspiration for everyone. 

 

– The White Church Gallery