I am going to move next door because the school maintenance people have done a fantastic job of refurbishing the place--painted the brown paneling white, put tile in the kitchen, living room, bath room and hall, recarpeted the bedrooms, new counter tops, and put new windows in. It seems that I have been procrastinating, though, and this evening I realized why. Contact paper--that marvelous stuff that makes every cabinet clean, (and must have been invented by the devil). I forced myself to go over to that "new" kitchen, and begin the task of lining shelves. I measured and cut that treacherous stuff. Then wedged my shoulders, and then the rest of my torso through cabinet doors while holding a piece of the sticky stuff, trying to keep it from sticking to itself, and no sooner than I was inside that hot, dark cabinet with my glasses sliding down my nose-- it did it. Yep, two adhesive sides were stuck fast. I worked my way back out, unstuck the cursed, plastic paper, and did it all over again, and again and again. I will get this dreadful chore all done tomorrow, and I do hope that there is enough of this maddening stuff to do all the cabinets. Of course, there may not be enough, because I did finally break down and have a tantrum fit, and wad one length up and throw it, and it felt good! This is the worst job lining cabinets I have ever done, and I don't even care. So, as Larry the Cable Guy say, "Git R Done." Tomorrow is a new day, and after a good bit of coffee I will persevere.
