But it helps a great deal to keep track of the accomplishments, however small, as well as to set goals, however tangential they might seem.
Looking at what I call the dining room during one sunny October weekend, I was satisfied with the work-in-progress look.
Already, the drop ceiling had been taken down in the living room, dining room and second bedroom of the first floor. (The only downside was the amount of trash it produced, which brought its own set of logistics.) The walls had been restored, taped and replastered — with a mixture of joint compound and plaster of paris — and the ceiling had been stripped of its cake-frosting-like texture.
Although I had little fondness for the green linoleum tile inflicted upon the first floor, I was also planning a large housewarming/birthday party/art opening/indie rock festival while the space was relatively raw. For the time being, I would be OK with guests putting out their cigarettes on the floor or writing on the walls.
With so many elements of home renovation to tackle, I had yet to get to such basic tasks as moving my bed boxspring into the bedroom, which I believed to have been the original dining room.
The idea of putting out the closest fires first seemed a natural method of triage, though I would later learn it wasn't the best.
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