Love’s Labour

'That's a _great_ idea!'

Think you know your sweetie? There’s nothing like a joint project to stretch your relationship skills and test whether or not you two could spend the next week together, let alone the rest of your natural lives.

Begin by choosing a simple, fun project that oughtn’t take too much time. For example, how about remodeling that rental apartment you just moved in to? To make the project particularly meaningful, focus on areas that you two are absolutely obsessed about. Better yet, choose areas that are an obsession for one of you but leave the other rather indifferent. Mirth is sure to follow! For example, try tackling the gross, cracking, peeling kitchen countertop that absolutely turns you off food, even if hubby is eating raw cheese and chips off it with construction dust swirling all around. Or how about those dreadful red kitchen cabinets that aren’t particularly pretty but will work just fine, except that contact paper just is not enough for your honeybun and they all have to be stripped, sanded, and repainted to match the (as yet undecided) living room color?

Now that you have a project, you two can split up responsibilities. Remember that a relationship involves give-and-take, so put on a cheerful face (no rolling of the eyes!) as you eagerly take all the instructions, directions, and materials that your mate gives you. Remember, every situation is a learning opportunity! Ask questions when things seem illogical (and you will hear yet again why this is the right way) and feel free to suggest better way of doing things (fantasies keep romance fresh!).

As you work, keep an eye out for your loved one’s work habits, a telling window into his internal world. Is your normally clean-surfaces-everywhere-before-I-can-work freak of a lover now leaving dripping paint rollers, sponges, and water bottles lying on the laundry sink countertop so they’re sure to get splashed by your bucketful of dirty, paint-chip-laden TSP water you’ve just spent the past two hours sweating over? Does he lose his cool when you oh-so-tactfully suggest that he put the paint and electrical tools in their respective drawers even if (true! true!) that may not be the final place they will go once you truly get the whole apartment organized? Does he insist on opening every single moving box and leaving them open all over the apartment, where the paint chips, sawdust, and house lead is sure to land, thus making you have to wash everything before you put it away because of course he won’t and you care too much about both of your healths to ignore the free-floating danger that he is obviously so oblivious to?

Throughout your project, remember that it is important to preserve your mental health. To this end, make sure you schedule some play time to do things you and your partner normally enjoy, such as a bike ride around town. Take the opportunity to see how your cuddlycakes reacts to this break: does he embrace it like manna from heaven, an opportunity to get out for a bit, recharge his batteries, and enjoy what life has to offer? Or does he become a neurotic fruitcake, obsessing about all the work that isn’t being done and his slacker boyfriend who only wants to play while he, the poor darling, is stuck doing all the work? While you’re out in the great outdoors, it’s a great time to air out your accumulated detritus of resentments and listen receptively with lovingkindness to his feelings about the whole situation. Are you really a lazy bum who would much rather surf the net than sand kitchen counters? Or have you had it up to here with caulking, sanding, and painting and are just about to go crazy if you don’t get away from the house into a semblance of normal life?

Finally, though, you will see your efforts rewarded as your project nears its end. Home office set up, boxes put away, kitchen functional, you will admire your handiwork, gaze sheepishly into each other’s eyes, and repeat those sweet words that alone can echo the sentiment in your hearts: “Never again!”

This old house

My eyes used to always glaze over when my friends or coworkers would start talking about their home renovation projects: “I got a great deal at Home Depot!” “I finally bought that super-duper saw!” “I had to shimmy the deck because the cheap sealant rotted the two-by-four ” Blah blah blah. How boring, I thought.

Not anymore.

Knox and I found a lovely rental apartment with plenty of space and charm. Composed of the two upper-floor apartments of a house, it has been described as “wonky” (Knox) and “malleable” (me). We’re actually quite enthusiastic about the potential, but…it does need a bit of work.

Now, people say that we shouldn’t be putting too much of our own money into a rental, and that is certainly true. The landlords aren’t investing a lot in repairs themselves, preferring to just bide their time until they’re ready to make a killing by selling out to the condo builders. But the layout and the age of the house allow us to make it uniquely our own, and we have a lot of leeway (except we’re not allowed to remove the entry wallpaper, but that’s another story).

Which brings us Home Depot. And thrift stores. And craigslist. We’ve got paint chips up on the walls, second-hand clothes for painting, and a growing list of repurposed unique furniture. I never thought I’d do a home remodeling project, even one as minor as this; I’m missing that chromosome on my gay gene. Knox, however, is full of creative ideas, and between the two of us we are slowly forging an image of a cozy, stylish house that will be haven of comfort for us and our friends.

Stay tuned!

Northwest stretch

First view of Seattle on a cold rainy night

With time running out, the last leg of our trip involved long days of driving and little sight-seeing. We stopped to see friends in Yerington (beautiful quietude), took a breather in Reno (grungier version of Las Vegas), sped through Northern California, visited Eugene (cute town), and shopped in Portland (check out Powell’s City of Books, a reader’s mecca). And now we’re back in Seattle.

Mine at Weed Height, NV Hotel in Reno
Snow, trees, and mountains in Northern California Above the Oregion fog
Foggy Pine Ashland, OR
Portland, OR The end of the road

Excess and Sin

Excalibur, my queenly abode

Las Vegas lived down to my expectations. Although it was surprisingly fun to drive and walk down the Strip, gawking at the over-the-top façades, I was overwhelmed by the constant sensory stimulation gilding the rampant consumerism. More depressing than the many titty bars were the endless mazes of casinos, smoky, windowless, captivating.

Dinner at Luxor Slots and coins
Breakfast in Paris? Lust and wedding cake
Glamour shot Girls, girls, girls