I did a previous post about “the Snake”, an absurdly long and convoluted A/C duct to the Round Bedroom.
I went to some effort in changing a bend in the Snake to help assure maximum air flow. To this end, I had to take up the just installed subfloor of the north stair landing. Then after more effort than I had thought possible, I was, indeed, able to make a better bend. And the north subfloor was then re-re-installed.
And it could be presumed that that was that.
A few weeks ago I realized that I could tame the Snake even more. Dramatically so. But this would mean taking up, for a second damn time, the newly installed north subfloor. But my mind then entered into a tug-of-war. Part of me wanted to Do The Right Thing. Another part of me was emphatic: Fuck the snake! Just finish!
Long-time readers of this blog will know the results of this tug-of-war.
Just before I installed the second layer of sub-floor, I realized that I had to add my name and date to the first layer! I just had to!
After finishing this posterity moment, I then had a quite wicked thought: An addendum.
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All this effort has been beyond exhausting. And easily the MOST ridiculous I have expended on the Cross House to date. I did work. I then undid work. I then did work again. Then undid work. And on and on and on.
Still…I feel…good. Really good. For, I did the right thing. I did the work right.
And, critically, every time I walk over the west landing during the years/decades to come, I will smile knowing:
The Snake WAS tamed.
I left something wicked for posterity. A legacy I am proud of.