Pushing a little harder, a little faster.

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You might not know it from how things turn out, but shooting isn't just a flimsy hobby.  I truly enjoy it.  As with work, and play, even rest sometimes, my wants are not what happens.  If you think just sitting is the goal, a hope, a dream, or a want, or anything but a dire need, you are mistaken.  So... I am pushing, hard.  As hard as I can.

I chiseled down to the clean, then tried to figure out how to get the backing, kickplate, wood, out of the way.  It has gone bad, as has some of the drywall.  So, yeah, I have more work to do.  Stalling isn't always the best plan, but what is, is.  Anyway, I just went brute force, with just a touch of finess to limit the damage to what is still good, and got the wood out.  Then I scrubbed.  While I don't mop often enough, when I bother to do it, I bother to do it well.  One wash mop, then I pull all that water up, then another, and another if necessary, with soapy water, removing as much water as possible after each soapy mop.  Then I rinse the mop to clear and clean, and do at least two wet clean water moppings, sopping the water in between, and as a final touch, I dry out the mop, run it clean and clear, and repeat the process one more time.  And, so, I did.  The only thing I did extra this time was to use an old bath towel to get the floor extra dry in the hope that I can lay a couple of beads of calking sooner than otherwise.  Then, of course, I clean the mop for five minutes.  Running it in hot water, removing that, and over and over until I can't see an sediment in the squeezed water stream, then do it a few more times.  I hate sour mops.

I couldn't find the extra mop head.  I know I have one somewhere.  But I did find another mop.  It had been properly cleaned and set to dry, in the back of one of my utility closets, so it was good to go.  I suspect, with two mops, I may buy a couple more replacement heads, on top of the one that has to be replaced anyway.  Then put those where I know where they, and other such items, such as vacuum cleaner bags, are stored.  Organization takes time.  You, if you have never had it, almost have to accident upon such.  But if you don't have a mind for it, it won't work.  I have just recently obtained the mind for it.  But it will... take some time.  And it will never quite be completely right.  Beyond my personal problems with the notions, there is reality that simply doesn't allow perfect, long term, organization.  Saints don't become saints, in other words, without tears, sweat, and blood.  Yum!  I understand why I used to ignore saints.  I am much better off having turned the corner that is allowing me to try to be one though.  I've seen both and chosen, in strength, not weakness, in either direction.  A gift to be sure.

Well...  Next?  Oh, I have to take a break.  A good hour of music and sitting.  No choice.  Then I will go in, redraw the line if necessary, remove the old wax ring and at least set out the new one, then lay the calk, add the new wax ring, and put the system back together.  I am not sure if that can all happen in one fell swoop, but... maybe.  If so, and I have energy for a shower after, shooting might happen.  It is unlikely, not impossible.  Now... shoo...  I need a bit of nothing.  Later.