I dunno if I spelled that right. But what I’m talking about is the whole concept of “home improvement”. It’s like rolling a rock up a hill, over and over and over again. We got the two bedrooms drywalled, finally, and painted. They’re a sort of sage-y green, with white trim, and they look pretty decent. A little more intense green than I’d hoped for, but not the Lime Nightmare(tm) of our friends Uyen & Charles’ first attempt at a green room.

Tonight, I fixed a couple outlets in Joe’s room, which worked, but had somehow or another gotten hosed – all it took was replacing the fixtures, and making sure all the wires were tightly attached. In the other room, which isn’t completely under the “new” wiring yet, there’s only one working outlet, and the light. So, new power lines need to be pulled to the outlets in this room, but I *believe* that there’s either a junction box at the top of the room or the bottom. I don’t remember which, but it’s somewhere reasonably accessible – it just needs to be hooked up.

Still have the goddamned clog in the bathroom to work on (hopefully, will get a snake at the Oakland tool rental library tomorrow, then tackle the actual problem a little later in the week), as well as the persistent leaky windows at the front of the house, and a leak in the back corner that we only found when Colin moved out of the room, and left the walls exposed. The back corner of the roof had been leaking pretty badly, and it shows in the walls. Fortunately, I had seen the problem outside a couple months before, and the original installers of the roof came out, and supposedly fixed it. The problem is, we won’t *know* whether it’s been fixed until it rains again heavily, which isn’t likely to happen for *months*.

So, undoubtedly, when the rain comes, once again, we’ll have this problem to deal with, and it’ll potentially cause damage to the work we just did. But still, it was work that had to be done, and now was the time to do it. But it just feels like there’s always so much more, that I could devote myself entirely to working on the house full time for six months, and there would *still* be thousands upon thousands of dollars worth of potential repair to be done, both on the exterior, and on little cosmetic details.

It just feels never-ending. Each step is a step in the right direction, but every once in a while, I accidentally look up, and realize I’m really, really far from the finish.