A man can’t get by without a house and furniture or a workshop and tools or a base for his professional operation, especially if he has dependants. If he sold or burnt down everything, he’d just have to start again.
The enduring problem that some of us recognise is the pile of outstanding projects that (a) are not currently usable without repair, (b) have lost their immediate appeal and (c) need time, energy and cash that’s not available. Those opportunities maybe came cheaply, the satisfying result is visible in the middle distance and the finished thing would definitely be useful. But . . . not now. Not today, and probably not next week. Later.
For attention-compromised people, there are layers to this “Later” imbroglio. We crave the kick that comes with the new hot prospect – that craving might be a need, an addiction, that will take us down a bad path if it’s ignored for too long. If we’ve been through rough times with relationships, health and/or job stuff, we feel damn well entitled to indulge it. Storage for the projects is a problem, often because creating, upgrading and organising the storage space is another unfinished project. But we’ll get to it . . . later.
(”Later”, of course, is easy to believe when you’re young. After age 50 or 55, it’s a less comforting thought.)
I imagine that in Gregor’s case, the fact that his profession calls for irregular hours and days-long absences is another complication. When he gets home, his people need his urgent attention; after that, no doubt there are personal and professional administrative tasks that always need to be zipped up. Exercise and therapy must not be neglected. A social life is vital. Projects come . . . later.
The way forward for anyone in this situation doesn’t start with a clean-out or a bonfire. It has to start with the hard work to understand your strengths and weaknesses, your triggers and reflexes . . . the patterns and processes that have shaped the situation over time. There must be a rigorous investigation – but not an indictment or a prosecution. (That’s what bosses and ex-partners are for.)
Doing the homework is the way to make the lessons stick. Bypassing it is an invitation to let the old patterns take over when temptation knocks . . . later.
Reposting and quoting the whole thing because, like so much of the contributions here, it's valuable and insightful. I've been carving out time to get back to the gym and to riding because my mental health collapse without that. My girlfriend Katie has been very supportive and most of all reliable. I think it's been hard for me to trust someone just accepting me. She doesn't judge me if the house is dirty or things aren't put away. It's been a nice change.
Also, Bob, your stories never fail to amaze me. Thanks!
I've been in the weeds the past few weeks trying to get the trailer set for Lara. She shows up, she leaves, she shows up and complains about the trailer, then leaves. I'm doing my best to have patience and to also make things better for her. I'm also struggling with trying to take away her car.
My brother and I discussed it and possibly "disabling" it but he suggested not gas lighting her and being honest. I tried that and was met with a string of invectives, "Oh, is that what's happening? I don't think so because I've not been diagnosed with dementia so no one has told me I can't drive and so I can!" and she's right. It's been 7 months trying to get her "neurological assessment" which would include the doctor revoking her license and an actual diagnosis that would open up her ability to get disability.
Moving on...
To pull off the tarp I needed to do the two broken roof vents.
The view above includes the two smashed corner panels that need to be replaced but are a larger project than I have time for right now.
I had ordered the roof vent a year ago and had to find it and then paint the inside...
Both the brackets were smashed but salvageable - smashed on right and fixed on left.
The first effort to get the gasket on was the peel and stick adhesive on it. The foam gasket was several years old at this point so that didn't work. Next, because I wanted to just get this done, I tried to hot glue it on. That just peeled up the new paint. "There's never time to do it right but there's always time to do it over... " is the quote that came to mind as I collected all my clamps, ran a bead of GOOP and accepted this becoming a two day project.
Then I started to look at the water damage inside. There is a collapsing floor at the front door and a leaking o-ring filled the toilet with water and Lara didn't think to flush it or tell me until it had completely flooded the bathroom.
The other part of the project dilemma is one
I know you know; to get rid of a project you need to fix it or lose your shirt. Sell the trailer now? Maybe it's worth $1000-2000 because of the issues of the roof and floor. The $3000-4000 that I spent on other repairs, the resealed windows, the repaired roof seams, the new appliances, the endless hours of labor don't offset the crushed roof and soft floor.
Fix those things and maybe it's worth $8-10k which is just enough to cover the costs of all the work and repairs. It's a lot of work but it's the only way to
not lose your shirt.
Trapped.
The other part of this is that when you finally do put in the effort and fix all the things you're invested. Sunk costs. Why sell it now? Everything finally works - why not enjoy it? And so you keep it and then a tree falls on it. The cycle repeats.
The advice of a girlfriend I respect (and my therapist) was to just pay someone to do the things that are a burden. She's right. I know that. The van needed a new blower motor. I took it in and they asked if they should troubleshoot it for $189. No, I checked the fuses, the fan just needs to be replaced. They did and it didn't work so now I have to pay the $189
and the install and it was (maybe?) a broken switch. So it ended up being $800.
The side door quit working - the cable broke. I asked them to replace that but again, $189 to look at it. The door was open, the cover panel off - just look. Nope, $189. For the record I hate these fuckers because it's a service writer between me and the mechanic. His job is to get $189 for anything and everything. If I could talk to the mechanic we'd skip that ***** and his $189 and I'd just pay the fair rate for the actual repair.
Angry about the fan I decided to fix the door myself. Ordered the cable ferrules (common failure) and then opened the door from the inside and proceeded to take it apart, replace all the cable ferrules and put the door back together. It took me 3 hours and
now the door doesn't open from the outside
OR the inside! Grrr.
Again, giving up, I decide this isn't and
was never worth my time. I call 4 body shops and no one will touch the van because it's more than 20 years old. I can't find an old school mechanic who can just fix things but I'm loathe to spend more time on it.
Trapped. Again.
So instead of wasting my day on the door again I'm going to turn to a project that I've promised Nadia that I would do for her for about two months... Make her a shelf for her skateboard. Buy hardware store brackets? No. Can't do that.
Probably should do that but I can't.
Gregor