Last weekend I had the opportunity to try my hand at drywall. On my way from San Antonio to Ganado, I received news that I had been admitted to the Texas State Bar. I was elated to be able to turn yet another page in a chapter of my life. I’m so thankful for the family and friends that have supported me throughout my long journey to becoming a lawyer. I wish Dad was able to see what I have become, but I know that God had other plans. I guess I’ll just have to tell Dad about it later.
In the dining room, we previously removed the wallpaper only to find that the drywall was not paintable as is. Each and every joint had ridges, cracks, and some of the tape was peeling off. I was going to have to scrape all the old joint compound off and re-tape and float the joints. Although I would have been ok with less work, I was fine with the added challenge of taping and floating. I didn’t know anything about drywall before I got into it; but after watching several ‘how to’ video clips online, I became a ‘YouTube Expert’ in no time. As always, it’s much easier to watch someone else that knows what they are doing than to put it into practice yourself.
After getting all the necessary supplies, I mixed up my first batch of ‘mud’ and started off. After a few curse words and then a few chuckles out of desperation, I got it to a point where I can say – it’s better than what it was. With a good coat of texture, all the joints should be respectably hidden.
I purchased a 90 minute “hot mix” joint compound thinking that I could use the shorter cure time to do a little trial and error without sitting around a long time waiting for the compound to dry. The humid-coastal environment kept that from happening. With more time spent waiting on the joint compound to become sand-able, I didn’t have as much time as I would like to take to experiment. I ended up getting the three recommended coats of compound on all of the joints, but was unable to sand the last coat to really see what it is going to look like. I’ll have to do that in two weeks, when we go back down there to work. Once I sand it all down, I’ll have to apply texture, then a primer, and then we will be ready to paint. Finally!
Having some time to myself, I was able to recount some of the wonderful memories that I had in ‘The Homestead’- holidays and Sunday afternoon visits with my grandparents were wonderful experiences. I also imagined what the house was like when my Dad was a kid, what he did for fun, and how growing up on a cattle ranch was. I also wonder what he would think about me and where I’m at today. He’d probably laugh at the thought of me living on his parent’s ranch considering how he didn’t want to have anything to do with raising cattle once he moved out of the house.
I don’t resent the fact that he is no longer with us – God’s ways are perfect; but I do miss him and look forward to the moment I’m with him again.