The Wild World Outside

Never forget that the world outside is wild.  Turn off your electronics, unplug, and sit quietly by a window on a blustery evening.  Feel the wind shake the panes.  Hear it as it whistles around your home, around the homes near yours, around the carefully planted trees.  Hear how the rain wants to come inside.  Feel how it pounds relentlessly against the wood, brick, glass, metal and remember that without constant vigilance, it will get in.  The wild world and weather will eventually get in and tear your home apart.  The shingles will fail.  The wood will rot.  The masonry will crumble.  Your belongings will rot with repeated wetting, freezing, thawing, gnawing, dragging, blowing.  The traveling earth swirls the winds so you can feel the speed of the rotation and the revolution.  Your comforts will be rended by these winds, pulling apart all that you know.  Even the wild world outside is comforting and familiar when you expand your imagination to see how your world is also hurtling through the empty, airless, limitless space.

Saving for a Special Occasion

The gift cards made her cry.  You get them for a special occasion, you save them for a special occasion, and then, one day, you've saved them too long and there they sit, waiting to be picked up by a relative who's trying to clear out all the crap you thought you couldn't live without and all the precious crap you saved for a day that never came.  All the precious crap and most of it became instantaneous garbage the moment you left.

Seeing the Future is Depressing

When you are older, say, late 40s, you will become tired of life, and this is why: you know what will happen.  Not at the end, which you do know, but that's not why you're tired.  You're tired of life because you know that getting out of bed means your socks, your slippers, your robe, the bathroom, stretch, cat litter, cat feeding, breakfast, and so on throughout your day.  You're tired because if you go out, you know what will happen.  You know what it's like.  You know your reaction.  You know when you'll be tired.  You know when you'll be sore, when you'll be angry, when you'll be filled with regret.  You also know what others will do and how they will react.

You are tired of life because you see the days stretching forward and you see the lines of repetition, even the supposedly special events.  Your naive excitement flakes away with repeated experience.  You know there is no secret cave or an amazing person or hidden knowledge or adventure around the corner.  They have all disappointed in the past.  Even the exciting events are predictable.  The forest isn't endless.  There is no cache of money.

Your experience has made you see the future and seeing the future is disappointment because the future is the past is the present is the repetition of it all.  It is why some people in "mid-life crises" will try to change their lives drastically: buy a flashy car, find a new spouse, experience a psychotic fugue.  As anyone will tell you, it won't work.  You know the car needs to be washed and the price of gas is going up.  The new spouse is the same as the old spouse.  The psychotic fugue will end and there will be paperwork.

Dementia could fix this.

Tiling is Easy!

We need to tile a 3' by 5' exterior landing and a 7' by 9' interior mudroom.

"Tiling is easy," they said.  "Even beginners can do it."

Uh huh.  Just grab some grout and slap those tiles in?  No.  Let me tell what you really need to do:

Secure your sub-floor.  This means knowing where your joists are and nailing the 3/4" plywood down with decking nails (galvanized because they're exterior) every four to eight inches.  We chose six.  Hit each nail ten times because they're looong.  Hit them carefully because they are "twisty" nails and you don't want to bend them because they were expensive.  Strain your arm putting in seventy-plus nails.

Now what about the end of the plywood that has been out in the rain and looks bent and that isn't long enough?  Take it out, replace it, then realize the masonry at the end causes to it stick up and be angled the wrong way (bad in the rain!)  Realize now that nailing into masonry isn't possible with a regular hammer and nail.  Now that it's half nailed in, you don't want to take it out and ruin it.  Figure out how to chip away masonry.  Figure out how to level masonry.  Be sure the sides of your exterior entry have their gaps closed, so nail in boards from underneath and try your hand at filling with thinset cement.

Figure out how to nail through 3/4" plywood and into masonry.  You can use a nail gun that uses blank .22 bullets.  Yeah, you'll have that on-hand, won't you?  Good luck trying to find a place to rent you this weapon.  Try not to shoot a nail through your foot.

Congratulations, you are nowhere near to tiling yet.  You still have to put on the other layers: unmodified thinset, cement board using special screws that also use a special bit, tape, thinset for the tape and screws, liquid waterproofing membrane (priming layer), waterproofing tape on the sides (fiberglass fabric of which there are many, many varieties), more waterproofing membrane (thicker, but not too thick).  One more waterproofing layer.  Let dry thoroughly in between.  One more thing: be sure you didn't screw down that cement board into any joists because you're just asking for your tiles to crack.

STILL not ready!  Install the exterior door.  How?  Youtube.  Dunno.  Probably shims and screws.

Now you're ready, but not for grout.  You're ready for modified thinset.  Unlike the unmodified, this stuff has latex additive and is more flexible.  Yeah, you need the parts under the tile to be able to shift in weather.  Do you need expansion gaps?  What does that even mean?  It means you'll need exterior-rated silicone caulk that matches the color of your grout.  Leave expansion gaps around the perimeter.  Don't worry, it's not really clear how you're supposed to do that.  If your tiling area is very large (over 12'), make an expansion gap or two...somewhere.  I stopped paying attention since our area wasn't that large.

Are we ready yet?  Well, set those tiles using the modified thinset!  Make sure you don't have weird cuts to do leaving weirdly cut tiles in places where you can see them and be irritated forever.  Be sure you install the tiles in straight lines or else be irritated forever.  Did you already consider what orientation you'll be setting your tile?  Straight, diamond, off-centered?  Yeah, you should have tested that long before this point.  You should also have made double sure you have enough tiles by laying them out on the plywood before you did any of this.  Too late now.

Speaking of tiles, I hope they're not ceramic if you're using them outside.  You're just asking for your tiles to fail.  Do you have the kind of tiles that need to be sealed first?  Dunno.  Too much to think about.  Gotta tile this floor before it rains.

Be sure you know how to put that modified thinset on in a way that doesn't leave gaps.  Use the notched trowel that you have chosen with the correct size notches.  What size is that?  1/4" is the most mentioned.  Trowel on the cement board and smear it around, but be sure you use the notches in the trowel to give a final swipe in one direction.  Do not swirl!  Why?  Because you don't want to leave gaps, do you?  "Butter" the back of your tile, too.  It's what the pros do.  Set in your tile.  Wiggle it.  Not too much!  Be sure you've gotten 90% coverage on the back.  How?  Uh... I dunno.  Cross your eyes and make a wish.

Can we grout yet?  Well, did you get the right kind of grout?  You can have premixed, cement, or epoxy.  Premixed is fantastic...unless you look at the reviews of the many people who vehemently hate it.  It doesn't need to be sealed, but you have three seconds to wipe it off the face of the tile before it sets forever.  Cement is the most used, but you need to seal it (and reseal it periodically) with yet another product and you can't touch the product to the tile or you will discolor it forever.  Cement is also water-permeable.  Epoxy is waterproof and it doesn't need to be sealed ever.  It is also fast-setting, you have to mix it in exact proportions, and it discolors when exposed to sunlight.  Oh yeah, you must also choose the color of your grout in the poor light of your local hardware airplane hanger.  What are the chances we can use the same grout for the tiles outside (green) and the tiles inside (creamish)?  Slim to none.

Did I also mention you need a "float" (there will be at least five choices.  Take the cheapest), a chamois (recommended over a sponge), a giant mixing tool that goes on your drill, buckets, spacers (you must know how wide you want your grout), and a rubber mallet?  Oh, yeah, you need all those, too.

Hold on...did you think about what you do at the end, just above the exterior steps?  Drip edge and a bullnose?  Or did you need "stairnose"?  Nobody's heard of stairnose at the local hardware stores.  Order it and get it in a week or three.  How else will you keep the end from crumbling off?  

Yes, you can grout now.  As long as you followed all the directions on everything and waited the correct length of time for whatever and whatever to set for however.  Grout your heart out.  But read the directions!  It's good to have a partner to help you wipe or else you'll be very, very sad.  Make small grout batches.  Work in small sections.  Get the grout in good.  Get it in evenly.  If you needed to mix the grout, did you mix it the same every time?  If not, your grout color will come out patchy and weird.  Did I mention you want a grout rated for "no efflorescence" if tiling outside?  I didn't?  What does it mean?  Who knows.  Make another wish.

Congratulations: you have tiled.  Wasn't that easy?

Definitions

How difficult it is to keep caring about life.  Is that ennui or apathy?  Whatever.

Learning the Limits

As a child I learned the limits of my personality.  The limits I had for expression.  The limits I had for patience.  The limits others had for me.  I learned quickly that I should be quiet and think before I spoke.  It took me much longer to actually be quiet, but at least I knew I should.  I expressed instantly and passionately and had my foot in my mouth more often than not.  I learned socializing meant agonizing about it later, so I began to avoid socializing.  I thought I had enormous patience, except with myself, but it turned out I have zero patience with people who are false or who try for attention or who aren't living to the tops of their intelligence.  Others couldn't seem to tolerate me very well.  I learned my personality was too big, too loose, too unpredictable, too weird.

Highlight reels of my social transgressions play at night.  No matter how distant the experience becomes, it replays to torture me.  I try not to add to the reels, but, even as an adult interacting with other adults, it still happens.  Only now, I know instantly when a moment will become A Moment.  Shame, guilt, embarrassment, regret, self-loathing churn in the gyre of my mind.

Promises, Promises

What if tomorrow you promised to start one of the things you've been saying you want to do, like practice music or finish a house project or stretch or go for a bike ride or eat vegetables?

Now what if you changed "tomorrow" to "today" and instead of "promised" you "did"?

And what if you did that every day?