I know I can't keep writing this but I'm just going to say it one more time: I'm in love with my life these days. I've never been happier. My life has never been more fulfilling, more exciting, and spontaneous, and seemingly contagious.
I had a fantastic weekend. I spent Friday night at home by myself, sitting on the deck, looking up at the stars, breathing, breathing. Felt like it had been weeks since I'd had a night to myself. Was wonderful.
Saturday I saw clients and then picked up my friend Josh in Santa Monica and we went to the lumber yard together! I've decided to redo my deck since I've also decided that Summer '07 is going to be the best summer I've spent yet in Los Angeles. Needed for that is a proper hang out spot. Needed for that, I decided, are wrap-around benches for me and my friends to hang out on after we come back from boogie boarding/rollerblading/biking/sun-bathing.
The deck is currently too...too...intimate? crowded? not suitable?
At first I was just going to buy some benches. I looked at some online. Saw some cool ones. They were pricey. I just want something simple, you know? My next thought was to ask one of my girlfriends' rad and handy husbands to nail something together for me. But then I realized that it might kind of annoying of me to ask them to do something like that. I chewed on the thought of buying benches again...and then I thought, fuck it—I'll build the benches! And that was when I got really excited. I've never really built anything besides Ikea furniture but it can't be that hard to nail some benches together, right?
I was telling Josh this over dinner last week and he got excited too. You know, when does anyone build anything anymore?? Or at least when do people like me and Josh build stuff?? He wanted to help. I was pleased.
So on Saturday Josh and I went to the lumber yard and we had some wood cut. I let Josh handle the math part...two by four by six by what? I spaced out just writing that. We loitered around inside the store while they cut the wood. Josh picked out the proper nails and screws and bolts and whatnot while I tried on tool belts.
On the way to the register I grabbed a big orange work cone. Just to make things official, you know.
We came back to the house and hauled all the wood and screws and the cone out to the sidewalk in front of my house and we got started. First I sent a text to few friends letting them know that I was building things and that we'd gotten a cone. Seemed important that people knew what was going on. Then we screwed all the planks together. (My wrists are still sore as we opted to do it by hand rather than getting the power tools out of the garage, looking for a goddamn extension cord, etc.)
Suddenly Alex rolled up in her convertible. "Good thing you guys got that cone," she shouted with a cheeky grin on her face. At first Alex just supervised from a chair on the sidewalk but when we realized that we'd had the legs for the benches cut about a foot too tall and that we didn't want to go back to the lumber yard to right our mistake, I left Alex & Josh to brainstorm while I hit up the neighbors for a circular saw.
The first neighbor I asked didn't have one. The second neighbor didn't have one either but he knew of two other neighbors who did. However one of the saw owners was in Chicago (who goes to Chicago??) and the other neighbor is rumored to be quite miserly with his saw. Then second neighbor told me that he might have a hand saw. Did I want that? Yes, I did. We could hand saw the wood, right?? I called this over second neighbor's balcony down to Alex & Josh. Sure!
We found some bricks along the path and set things up. And then we sawed some wood. And it felt good.
Thank god we thought to get that cone, huh?
Finally we had to call an end to things. Josh had to get home and we were all pretty worn out.
Building project resumes next weekend. There will be more screwdriving and even some staining! We're all very excited.
The rest of the weekend was pretty great too. I didn't leave the house yesterday. Spent the ENTIRE day in my nightie (and yoga pants & hoodie) writing. I officially have SIX writing projects going. All of which I coudn't be more thrilled about. I wrote my requisite thousand words today (I'm probably going to upload some more audio tomorrow.), saw a client, grocery-shopped, and now I'm running to class.
One more time: I really love my life.