Demolition and Determination

Day 13
5 hrs

       More progress! I'm definitely starting to stress though. I finished the helium tank baby chair––it's upholstered with some scrap fabric I had, rivets, and hot-glue.
      I hemmed the cardboard table with some silk tape I got at the hospital after Papa's surgery in March (I'd been looking for paper tape everywhere: Michael's, JoAnn's, the post-office... And when I told Papa of my lack of success, the nurse overheard and came back with rolls and rolls of the medical equivalent). I spray painted it but both the primer and the blue paint ran out. So I'll brush paint it tomorrow.
       I also cut a billion or so cans for the fringe. And the bottoms of the cans may be a candle-chandelier with the tabs and old telephone wire as the chains to hang it.
      Lastly, I spoke with two transfer station directors who gave me the numbers, the facts, and their opinions on making money off of demolition. Turns out on 5% of Andoverians don't recycle properly and they've been seeing a decrease in construction materials come through because people are using every last scrap and nail in these hard-economic times. "But ideally," Reggie said, "We wouldn't make money off of the large quantity of trash we get." That made me happy.


I'm getting nervous and excited, worried but pleased with my work. Everything is speeding up exponentially. ARGH.

Soph