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Wednesday, July 2, 2008The renovationAs I listen to the traffic and weather reports on Arrow Classic Rock I look outside. No traffic jams and the sun shines. oh yaeh, it's true, I'm in France. The heat is heavy. The only place where you get some cool under your feet is in the basement. For two weeks in Espalion the temperatures have been more than 25 degrees. To keep the heat out we open all windows, doors and hatches early in the morning. After an hour we close the whole lot again and so we keep the coolness inside. I wish i could make our neighbors jealous with our bio pool which had arisen spontaneously in the garden made by the rains of recent months. But it dries slowly and insteqd we look jealous to the inflatable Leclerq pool with wooden casing of our neighbors. What in the Netherlands the car, the house or couch is from one to another neighbor, that is the pool in France. Who has a pool, has status, the bigger your pool, the more important you are. Besides, we have 'n pool, just such a thing like the neighbor, with pump, filter, everything. We only have no straight piece of land to put it down. For now we have to do with the inflatable wading pool of 8.5 euros from the Netto, because who wants to rise up has to start from the bottom. A nice flat piece of ground, would be a great help too. The djembe performance on 21 June was a great success. We were with 30 drummers and especially later in the evening when it got dark and the public massed around us, the atmosphere was magical. I can think of almost nothing else, but we now have a sabbatical of two months so that we can think about how to continue as a group, because before you know it you're artistically at a dead end, get to mistreat kids and husband abuse, you find yourself soon in a rehab or you do need a therapist to monitored your state of mind, so for now no more group djembe. Four weeks ago I had our preliminary finalof our book handed and that meant for me a) finally time to jobs and b) even more worried about our income, because as I said earlier, if we work, we have no time for jobs on our house and if we work on our hous, we dont work. At this moment I consider my odd jobs in the house, but it is like a indirect investment, whether it's washing, ironing, vacuuming, stripping paint, sanding, papering, tiling or painting is. We get up at seven o'clock and four days a week - when the children go to school - we have plenty of time to do what we want. Ruud climbs behind the computer to devote his time to web design, writing, bookkeeping, paying bills or downloading files.
And Ill do the odd jobs (bricoler). I have something against that word. It sounds so free, so hobby-ish, so therapeutic, while its plain hard physical labor. I can also say that I 'put to work' or that I get the job done "but then again nobody understands what I mean. The dictionary offers me no alternative, so I stick to 'odd jobs'. A job that can change the appearance of our house quickly and without costing too much money is to refurbish the 't woodwork, so, since a few weeks I'm working the 30 doors, windows and shutters, which the previous occupant painted on an lazy Sunday afternoon in subtle combination of shades of muck over dirt and without sanding. To remove the old paint (three layers in total) I use decapant (stripper). This I remove as much paint as possible from cracks and crevices until I have a clean wooden door.
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