The impending winter makes fall a busy time. Even rainy days are spent finishing off an area of my basement before snow flies. Unknown until recently, Yellow Jacket wasps had been illegally invading, and illicitly breeding, behind the exterior border of my home; even creating a hive in the wall so large it filled a 30 gallon trash bag. Once I noticed the excessive activity of the winged terrorists outside, I soon discovered the interior drywall had become discolored and soft. I speculate within another one or two weeks they would have burrowed through. This would have been extremely unpleasant, especially had it occurred in the middle of the night while we inhabitants were asleep, unsuspecting.
Whether working outside in expectation of winter’s desolation and cold violence, or working inside as the leaves and rain fall, while insulating, hanging drywall, fastening, taping, mudding, sanding, texturing, priming, and painting, I talk to myself. I ask me how I could improve; and I curse out loud over the tiniest of my mistakes. I knew better, I tell myself. What was I thinking? Why must this be done in just this manner? To protect and care for my family and my home, I reply. Do it right. But to whom am I speaking? And who is listening?
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