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What is on for today? God, truly, only knows. I know what I have planned if that is good enough for you? The first thing I am going to do is pull bedding and begin washing that. I am most certain, if I have to pull my teeth, that my spare bedroom, and to the extent of my bedding, my bedroom, will be in good order by bedtime. I will get as much laundry done, on top of that, as possible. Next I will begin sweating pipe. Some cleaning of pipe, some hope that the old pipe is cleaned well enough (I hit it hard yesterday and will hit it hard again today, before trying to use it). Next in that project line will be to fill the tank and check for leaks. I dread that part because a leak means taking it all apart, drying it, and trying again. Really, the goal has to be to hit it right, first time. Then I have to figure out the electrical. There may be a way to do it without power on, though I am not holding my breath. Once switched on, there are two possible ways to check it. Then to hook that up. Then comes the toilet installation. That is much less fraught with serious set backs, and I bought an extra hose in case that is needed. Once those things are done, then I need to clean the main bathroom to five-star levels. It's a smaller area, I think I can do that. Assuming all goes well with the en suite, I will be vacating my stuff from the main/guest bathroom in the cleaning process. Then I need to collect trash and recycling and put out what I can, not just to the bins but the bins to the curb. My mother, no doubt, will have those full by Tuesday. *le sigh* The woman and her ways are incredible. No complaints, just, domestically, she wears out even my mind! And, finally, I need to put the bedrooms back together.
Can I actually do all that? I CAN write it! :p Shush... let's not go there. That IS the plan.
I actually have a few projects left for further in the week, or, next. The first will be to get the ac installed. I have all that I need for that, proof positive. It has just been, first, waiting out the rain, then higher priority projects taking their due precedence. I am not quite sure we are there yet, with dry weather, but... in it will go, hell or high water. Next? The new faucet is running slow already. I have NO IDEA what that is. I will do the stupid, and check the screen. But I am telling you right now that is not the problem. And, no, it isn't water pressure. When it was first installed, and for several days, just like the last one, it ran heavy and hard. Then, after a few days, the flow has weakened. There is no leak, the screen is not blocked, it just is not running. I doubt if it is the faucet itself. There might be bigger chunks of sediment that have somehow gotten into the far side, but are too big to make it to the screen. But why am I having problems only with the kitchen and bathroom sink faucets and nothing else? Gah! Those are my two next projects. I may have to check on an inline filter and do a bit more brazing. I can easily get to the pipes in the basement, so a quick-change/clean filter might work, if such exist. Hopefully those will keep me out of my mother's hair while... she does her stuff. It's odd, but she doesn't mind me not cleaning if I am... otherwise indisposed. Or... I'm running with that theory based on history and with a bit o' hope that it's still true! Oh, I'll still be helping her. No doubts. "Hey, when you get done carrying that tree... or better yet, could you put that down and help me now?" *grins*
Actually, I have another project or three that will delight her notion of a working man earning his keep. I have some branches that need to be cut on one of my evergreens. From low to rather high. It is, at least, a forty footer. There was a year of very heavy snow a bit before I arrived, or a freeze perhaps, that ended up killing a number of branches on one side. I need to clear those out. Do evergreens repair such damage when cleared? I suppose I will find out. This project requires my recently acquired, so still relatively new to me, chain saw and my similarly relatively newly acquired extension ladder, and some of my climbing gear and very old, unused for decades, skills at climbing. Safety first... give or take... and as men see things. I just need her close enough to check that I haven't broken my neck or cut off a leg, or at least get some help if I have. Why do women love it when men try to kill ourselves? Maybe because we like it even more? :p And, while doing that, I should ask D.C. how much clearance he needs for the RV. I could trim, if reasonable, some branches, so that he can park it in the drive, under shade. It sure beats parking longside to a busy street, and in the sun. Oh, and I am... almost sure... I could find other mostly non-cleaning projects, plus the garden.
Ducking cleaning? Who, me?
Well... on to laundry. Good day!
Hey .. While you are doing all that laundry, will you do mine?
ReplyDeleteI learned how to use many of the woodworking power tools. The chainsaw was the only one that scared me.
So, be careful chainsawing..
ReplyDeleteSure! Just email me your list and I'm right on it! As for the chainsaw? It's a new thing to me, and scares the bejebus out of me too. And... that's part of the draw somehow. While I might tease women about... logic failures... you will never hear me suggest men don't have them too. Men's things just aren't as... fun. *poke poke*
ReplyDeleteNow, where is that saw. Ah, thar she blows. *zoom zoom* *bzzz*
I hate working on anything that water moves through. I can do it well enough, but I hates it. My wife leaves the state when I am doing plumbing.
ReplyDelete*grins*
ReplyDeleteSig!,
Oh, well, yeah. I think the only reason the Romans rose to world dominance was all the f@#%$%^g water-works they did drove them to kill anyone who got in their way while doing it, on their way to it in the first place, and then for some time after? Just a thought! Your wife sounds like a sensible woman!
That's why I'm pushing to have this done before my mother arrives. Hopefully I will be bent back into a more civil mood by the time she is settled... mostly... save for that sink thing... Gah! But it's mostly done.
Oh I missed this first time through. I think it is about 12 feet to the highest protuberance on Ginger's roof, by about seven feet wide and 20 feet long.
ReplyDeleteNo problem. As the time for cutting approached I would simply have asked again. I'm surprised you get the off-hand notes I leave as is. Then again, they are more for me to remember to ask you, it's just you get them first. Which... in a way... is really sad on my part. But... funny too? Yeah.
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