and I’m
not:
Because
he shows characters viewing their situation unrealistically, then shows the
reality. I, on the other hand, live that way. To wit, here’s what I wrote at
lunchtime today, thinking I was getting a jump on things:
(Quote)
Tonight I
was excited enough about what was formerly my piano to work on it during the
week. With Mrs. S gone to some women’s business awards dinner and nothing much
else to keep me occupied, I decided to put some time in on the bar on a
Thursday night, taking advantage of the cars being already out of the garage and
the cool evening air as well.
I started
to put the felt on. I decided not to use glue, as it would be too messy and too
permanent, and instead went with semi-decorative thumbtacks that I pounded in
with a hammer with a piece of felt on the head. This proved to work pretty well
and looks good, too. On the inside, I pulled the felt tight like a pool table
surface and used my staple gun only at the edges and more decorative thumbtacks
where needed. In the end, I glued just two pieces – the smaller ends in the
bottle well. Everything else is stapled or tacked into place.
Once the
felt was in, I glued in the serial number board over the hole on the left side
of the piano. I also nail-gunned in the trim pieces to cover the felt seams and
edges. While the piano was turned upside down for felt installation, I drilled
holes for the shelves and went ahead and screwed them securely into position.
Before I
started work on the felt, I taped and sealed (as good as I could) the bottom of
the keyboard and I went ahead and poured acrylic on it to not only to secure
the keys, but also to make them a little glossy and possibly as a prelude to
building up the keys high enough to be level with the black ones so it acts as
a kind of shelf (I’m not sure this will even work; I need to see what the
acrylic dries like in the initial stages.)
All in
all, it was a pretty productive evening.
(Fade to
black, and, cut. Zoom in on my face, speaking sincerely into the camera.)
That’s
what I imagined would happen tonight. What really happened is, the felt wasn’t
cut straight, so I couldn’t align the easiest-to-align piece and ended up
giving up because I couldn’t see very well in the dark. The liquid acrylic
washed off the tape on the bottom of the keyboard and I ended up brushing out
as much of it as I could. The keyboard is basically undamaged, but it’s not
coated in acrylic, either. And mosquitoes positively ate me alive the entire
time.
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| "Who's the sucker? That's RIGHT. I AM!!!!!!" |
...and,
CUT!
Imagination:
The bar is practically done. Reality: No progress at all to speak of, lots of
mosquito bites to show for the effort. Sucks worse than a mosquito.
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