Wednesday, July 13, 2011

Why did I think I could be friends with the caulking gun?

Why did I think I could be friends with the caulking gun?

Such an interesting question, and posted for all to see on Facebook. Hmmmm. Had I ever tried to befriend such a tool? The answer, unfortunately, is yes. Such an ugly, gangly object became known to me while I was trying somewhat in vain, to upgrade and beautify my bathroom. The marble counter top and the pieces which sat vertically all around the top, (perhaps called splash-something-or-others) had a large, unsightly gap between them; skinny in some areas but wider in others.
            By doing some research on how to fill such a gap  (asking my husband about it), and then making a trip to the hardware store, I made the acquaintance of the odd ungun. Next came actually using the thing; Insert head of tube into metal frame, squeeze handle with firm pressure, blah blah. A thin stream of white goo began to ooze out from the tip, and my adventure began in earnest. Guiding it along the thin gap between the marble pieces seemed simple enough and truly did the job. However, as the gap widened, more goo was needed to fill the space. As I spoke kindly to the gun and tried to gently squeeze, it became obvious that nothing was being filled anymore and the caulking disappeared the moment it came out. It wasn’t the gun’s fault…there was a bottomless cavern behind the gap.
            Practice can make perfect, but in my case, each new foray into caulking proved a disaster for me.  Sad as it was, we never became friends and I leave the oozy work to Don.

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