A few weeks ago I stared at a 5/3 foot section of wall hidden behind a door. The door had remained in front of the wall for a good reason: the plaster had peeled off and the entire section needed re-doing. I stared at the ugly scar and imagined myself fixing it; I heard my cousin telling me, ‘It’s easy. Just slap on some mud. It’ll take a few minutes, half an hour tops. Just do your best.’ Then I remembered another quote, this one from Jane Eyre:
“It’s a pity that doing one’s best does not always answer.”
The term mud originally referred to the mud plaster on adobe walls. Recently, it means a compound that you slap on walls to cover up ugly bits. I decided to take my cousin’s advice and attempt to plaster over the wall.
First Step: Watch one of the reno shows on TV to see how the professionals do it.
Second Step: While observing the show, consider buying a smaller trowel, one that would actually fit in my hand:
Step Three: Turn off the reno show and face reality.
I’d never be able to do a proper job in half an hour, or even a few hours. My best course of action would be to create a miracle!
For several days, I imagined someone appearing at my door, trusty trowel in hand, bucket of mud in the other, asking if I needed any walls plastered. I saw the wall looking as good as on the TV show. I pictured my hands clean. I dreamed of using the pie trowel to serve pie only. And I believed it was entirely possible. These thoughts continued until last week when my neighbor told me that the Universe had aligned perfectly to draw people and events to me in order to help me with my wall. He didn’t actually say those words nor did he say, ‘The Universe has listened and has manifested the best solution to your little problem.’ What he did say was,
‘My friend is coming over in a few days to help me build a shed.’
‘Your friend’s handy is he?’ I asked.
‘Does he know anything about trowels and mud?’
‘Yes, he does. He’s a professional plasterer!’
As I write this, my 5′/3′ freshly-plastered wall is looking beautiful and new. My hands are clean, and I am on my way into the kitchen to serve my plasterer a big slice of apple pie.