Yes, I just lost my religion hanging 3 curtain rods. My house is old, 122 years old, it is quirky and leans to one side and has plaster walls, they are infinitely difficult to hang things from them... I cursed and screamed and finally got them mostly all hung. Yes I get angry at things I can't control with inanimate objects. Sue me... I'm Irish, can't help the temper and I am also very much my father's daughter. Anyway, 3 of the 4 rods are up. I have quite a few wall repairs to do and some paint touch up, but then that's the life of home ownership. There is never NOT something that needs to be cleaned, repaired or done in this house. Sometimes, no most of the time, it's overwhelming to me. I'm pretty handy and there isn't much I won't attempt, but it's usually accompanied by colorful language. Fortunately just the cats have to suffer most of the time. I would say I feel a sense of accomplishment, but right now I'm just tired, and I still have to clean up the plaster dust and vacuum the upstairs in general. Mom is coming over tomorrow and she will be most displeased at the condition of my upstairs at the moment. If I didn't need her opinion on said curtain rods, it wouldn't matter. Sigh...
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