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Musings

  • One of the issues with listening to a long playlist of Prince music is having to rush to the computer to hit the fast forward button every few songs because you realize the kids are in the room.
  • The 12+ foot long piece of laminate countertop is going to be repurposed in the basement family room at some time in the future.  In the meantime, I’m paying a professional to make and cut the large, interlocking countertops for the kitchen.
    • Half of success is admitting when it’s a bad idea to even attempt something.
  • While troubleshooting the air conditioning unit tonight, the housing for its fuses snapped in half while I was removing it.
    • That’s what I get for trying to not have an ambulance in my front yard.
    • It’s never a good thing when the guy at the home improvement store looks at the part in your hand and says “Huh, not sure if they make those anymore”
    • I found the part at the fourth electrical supply store I went to.  They found it in a box nobody had looked in for about 20 years.
  • I love sending emails that boil down to “Hey, you remember when you gave me a temporary, 120 day license for the software I bought from you?  Well, it’s day 127, and I’m dead in the water.”

Today’s Earworm

Musings

  • Of all the things I’ve done in my life, I don’t think I’ve ever been as scared as I am about cutting into Irish Woman’s new countertops.
  • Irish Woman is done with the floor in the kitchen, so now it’s time to move an electrical outlet for the new refrigerator..
    • The last time I did electrical work in the kitchen, I blew the house main breaker. To this day  I do not know how I ended up on the other side of the kitchen.
  • We can see the light at the end of the tunnel:  The new appliances will be delivered tomorrow.
    • It’s going to be nice to not do dishes in the bathtub.
  • I’ve been taking an on-line class on one of the new tools we have at work, and I’m learning a lot.  I’ve also learned that when my brain dribbles out of my right ear, it means that it’s full and I should knock off for the day.

Today’s Earworm

Irish Woman doesn’t need to hire a wino.  She has a Norwegian on staff.

 

Musings

  • You put the range hood in, you take the range hood out, you put the range hood in and you shake it all about.
  • A tile saw was one of the better investments I’ve ever made.
  • Girlie Bear got the scare of a lifetime when she tried to do a load of laundry after work tonight.  We had all just settled in for the night, and she remembered that she needed to do a load of laundry.  At midnight.  Unfortunately for her, the normal route of going through the kitchen to get to the basement is a no-go due to the new tile floor still setting up.  So she went out the creaky side door, laundry bag in hand, and went in the creaky back door.  At that point, she jumped out of her ever loving skin when her father came roaring into the kitchen, bellowing, “Who the @#$!@#$ is coming into my house!”  Luckily for everyone, I recognized her scream.
    • As I write this, I’m having an adult beverage and waiting for my blood pressure to come back down to normal.
  • Hopefully tonight is the last night we have to light the signal fires and stoke the furnaces in the garden to protect the fruit trees from climate change.
  • I need to find the nice lady at the home improvement store and tell her that she was incorrect when she told me that marriage counselors could be found in Aisle 12.

Today’s Earworm

Musings

  • Irish Woman spent months planning this kitchen re-do.  She did an awesome job.  The cabinets are all up, and they are usually within an inch or so of where she planned for them to go.
    • What she failed to plan for, unfortunately, is the fact that I have no idea what I’m doing.  In fact, I well and truly suck at this.
  • Putting down cement tile backer board isn’t as much fun as having the first few layers of skin peeled back on my thighs with a rusty can opener, but it’s a close second.
  • We’ve had several swings between warm and cold in the past few weeks, and we’ve been lighting up kerosene heaters and charcoal grills at night to keep our fruit trees from getting frost or freezing.  By my estimation, we will surpass the cost of just buying organic fruit this weekend.
  • Girlie Bear has been getting some static from her university when it comes to getting access to their system to register for orientation and such.  Today, she tried again, and was put off by the staff.  She then cast “Summon Pissed Off Step-Mom”, rolled a natural 20, and now has access to the university system to register for orientation.
    • It was awesome to see.  There was the “Head Shake” combat style, the “Overly Polite Southern Woman” approach, and a whole bunch of other bad things I was glad weren’t directed at me.

Today’s Earworm

Musings

  • The over-the-entire-body-but-especially-over-my-ribs pain I had when I woke up this morning means I probably overdid it yesterday.
    • Activities included taking down two cabinets in the kitchen, putting up another in their place, re-installing the ones I took down in other spots, then installing the last of the upper cabinets and two of the lowers.  Then we moved a solid oak dining room table and chairs into the house and assembled it, brought wood in for a cold evening, and set up kerosene heaters and barbecue grills to keep our fruit trees from freezing.
  • Did you know that time dilates to a huge extent when you can’t take in a breath at all?  Having your entire weight fall onto an aluminum ladder (Yes, my feet were higher than my head when I impacted), with all that force concentrated on your ribs, might be the secret to faster than light travel.
    • Well, we gotta get two star systems over by tomorrow.  Schmuckatelli, it’s your turn to get smacked in the ribs with a heavy metal instrument.  Okey, deep breath!
  • I’m not stuck writing the next part of the second Minivandians book.  I know what’s going to happen in the next few scenes and I really don’t want to write that just this minute.
  • I’m a somewhat intelligent man, so you’d think I’d have noticed that the electricity went off yesterday afternoon, making that whole “Let’s do dinner in the crock pot to save money and time” thing moot.
  • Irish Woman sends Boo outside to play in jeans, tee shirt, sweatshirt, shoes, and cap.  I send Boo out to play in a pair of long shorts, sweatshirt, and shoes.
    • In both cases, the shoes get ditched within 20 feet of the house, which is why I gave up on putting socks on him.
  • It must be spring.  Irish Woman caught herself concealed-carrying a pair of pruning shears to the store today.

Musings

  • I can speak and read several languages.  “Drywall” is not one of them.
  • I think my biggest mistake is doing a half-ways decent job at most of the little ‘projects’ that my loving wife finds to fill my spare time.  She seems to take this as a hint to find something else for me to do, just a little more complicated and expensive.
  • We better get this project done soon, because Irish Woman is getting tired of hearing me hum Dire Straits.
  • Just when I thought I couldn’t get more irritated with vendors, I try to provide input to an ‘automatic’ tool to compare my systems against an industry standard.
    • “Provide your preferred level of firmware for each of the models you own in this format:  The first octet of the firmware level, the last four numbers of your great-aunt’s driver’s license number, a comma, a cryptic Cyrillic letter, and the blood type of a random stranger.”