Monday, February 12, 2007

Cleaning the Bathtub

I have a headache.

Here's why.

Addy put those nasty plastic sticky flowers all over the bathtubs. She was deathly afraid of falling in the tub. Smart lady.

Except that, when you use those flowers, you really need to change them out once in a while, and not leave them there for 25 years. I've been trying to remove them for quite a while. I managed to chip all the bits of rigid, brittle plastic out of there, and even peel off most of the cellophane underneath. However, under the cellophane, is a layer of glue. Not just any glue, but a complex, space-age glue, designed to withstand hot water, cleaning products and time.

Today I declared war on the glue. Armed with a bottle of Gojo (a super-duper solvent, suitable for getting motor oil off polyester without leaving a trace), and an assortment of scraping tools, I got down on my hands and knees, and gave my personal and undivided attention to each and every one of those glue patches.

Shoulders heaving with the effort, I was oblivious to my surroundings. My whole world was reduced to that bathtub, those fumes, and that scraper.

All of a sudden, out of the blue, a large and prickly cat landed on my back. All in a spirit of fun, of course. My hand slipped on the Gojo, the plastic scraper broke, and I fell forward into the tub, banging my head and breaking a nail. The cat flew in the opposite direction, leaving several scratches on my back.

I'm taking a break.

I should have named that cat Kokopelli, instead of Achilles!


  1. Muraic acid. Home Depot. Ventilate well.

  2. NOW you tell me! LOL!

    Oh, well--there are still a few vestiges to go. Thanks. Lisa!