Little love affairs.

You know how when you meet someone, and you're so excited by all the possibilities of this person-- you think, "I want to know everything about you!" And then the other person does that-- they tell you everything about themselves...And well, um, hm...That wasn't really what you expected or were looking for...or really know what to do with.

And then you go into rationalization and reassurance mode to yourself and everyone around you-- "Things really are going to be great-- we compliment each other, you see? I like his flaws. They're character." And then you reach the "Oh, shit." stage. Not a panicky "oh shit!" Just a reality check and realization that a lot of niggling things are going to have to be dealt with. Doesn't mean it's not going to work. In fact, getting through this stage and still being excited can mean the start of something great.

Apparently, renovating a house is a lot like this. "These floors are so beautiful; they're just dirty! A good scrubbing, sanding, a fresh finish-- they'll be gorgeous! Has that part been sanded? It has? They'll still be great-- you wouldn't want a house that didn't have any character, would you? Did you sand it with the 20 grit? Oh. Shit."

Welcome to my weekend.