Part of the reason I went into carpentry (besides the girls, fame, fortune, and sweet tools) was that in my line of work I didn’t have to do crap like painting. That has all gone out the window as we “upgrade” the house.
I hate painting. I hate everything about it. After our recent bout with it–I may just say that I like dry wall better than painting, and that is saying A LOT. Firstly–there is the never ending decision on what color goes with the cabinets, dog’s eyes, the sweater she wears once a year, et cetera, et cetera, ad nauseum. [click to continue…]
A few Saturdays ago I was enticed by the promise of beer and steaks to help a fellow carpenter with an “easy” project. Why I listen to this guy anymore is beyond me. At last count I’ve helped him: Build a deck, move (twice), help his friend move, build a playground, and I delivered his twins in a mini-van on the way to the hospital. I made that up–but I might as well have. The amount of back-breaking work and misery this “friend” has bestowed upon me defies reason. The upside is: we usually end the day a little a lot more tipsy than when we started it. [click to continue…]
At some point, I think I mentioned that I busted up my ankle, and how glorious it was. I think the painkillers must have been going to my head. There pretty much isn’t anything fun about the entire process that I can think of at this point. I can’t move around very well–sleeping in my Frankenstein boot is near impossible, and trying to use stairs is an exercise in looking like an idiot, feeling like an idiot, and perhaps falling on your face and sliding to the bottom of the stairs to start all over again–like an idiot. These kinds of things make me crabby. I want to choose to look like an idiot. [click to continue…]
So far I’ve hit on things like fences, decks, destroying your kitchen, and installing TVs on your lawn mowers. All fairly involved, (and supremely practical) big projects that require a lot of planning and some tools that not all Fixaters may have. Ah well. Part of my mission here is to instill the knowledge I have attained over much meditation while strapped to a lift of OSB sheathing while trying to acquire nirvana–and be included into the Wood Ninja Guild. (Did I just say guild? Hopefully that is not a tip-off to the video games I play…yikes). [click to continue…]
Part of the reason I went into carpentry (besides the girls, fame, fortune, and sweet tools) was that in my line of work I didn’t have to do crap like painting. That has all gone out the window as we “upgrade” the house.
