Friday, July 25, 2014

Not really my Happy Place.

Or at least that was the thought that crossed my mind today as I was cutting the soffit overhead with the reciprocation saw. 

And of course,  the wind was blowing the sawdust right in my eyes. 

To be expected I suppose.

I still have a couple finishing touches to sort out right at the corner of the house.



One of which was to make more of a space between the soffit and that one beam sticking out there.  “Copper Dude” will be coming next week to put ends on those things, and that one looked problematic.

I managed to figure out all the kooky angles the other day for the new board there,  which of course involved at least a couple dozen trips up and down the ladder.    That was where the stick of wood with the two clamps came in.  No point trying to use a sliding T-bevel.  Actually,  I don’t think there even is a tool to use there.

This gizmo.


Not sure what you’d call that for a tool.

Just needed to know how much of a bevel there was on the back side of the upper part of the board.  Had to be one solid board too.

Anyhoodle,  it’s together to such an extent that no critters can get in.  I’ll sort out the rest of the fancy bits early next week.

And I remembered to put back the downspout.  They’re calling for rain again this weekend.




I suppose I’d best take a stab at cleaning out the table saw one of these days.  It never occurred to me that it would be so full.



The sawdust sure piles up when you’re having fun.

And this is what the dust collector didn’t get.  And really,  having it built up like that makes for more efficient dust collection,  since it’s then sucking all the dust more directly from the blade.

Like you care.


We’ve been invited up to a cottage at Wasaga Beach,  so I’ll try and take a few photos.  I *think* I need to take along a few tools,  although I’m not sure what I’d need.   The owners of this place refer to it as “The Situation”.  I think that will be the moniker they’ll stick with for naming the cottage.  Should be an adventure.


See you on the flip side.


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Tuesday, July 22, 2014

Remember the Wolf?

I’m pretty sure I only saw Pulp Fiction once,  since it’s kind of like another movie that I only saw one time, and that was No Country for Old Men.   Both really good films, but just disturbing enough that I only wanted to watch that one time.  There are clips on Youtube of course so,  if I want to see someone’s brains splattered about,  I don’t have to watch an entire film.

Well,  “The Wolf”,  was a character played by Harvey Keitel,  who is called upon to come in and clean up a situation.  I put in my own italics there,  just so you know.

Anyway,  we’ve started calling Travelling Companion “The Wolf” lately,  since there has been some talk of helping with a couple issues.   And that’s all I can say about that.



*I’ve redacted parts of this entry due to some “hush hush” issues.  Has nothing to do with me.  I’ll advise later. Much later. 


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Meanwhile,  the scaffolding was picked up as scheduled yesterday morning.


I thought the truck was rather cool,  since the entire back platform simply comes down off the back and rests at ground level.  Makes loading a cinch.  Why would I schlepp all those parts back on the back of a pick-up truck?

I spent most of yesterday just intermittently cleaning up.  I’m almost there.  It was kind of overwhelming.  I ran out of boxes.


Took some time today to try and finish off the two missing pieces from the side of the house.


I’ll explain (if I remember) what I used this contraption for.  Of course,  It was one of the hottest days we’ve had in a while,  but there was grass to be cut, and wood to be gnawed away at.   And I’m not overly exaggerating about that second part.

Oh,  and coincidently,  I woke up to a report this morning on one of the news channels talking about how they were trying to “encourage bike riders” to go to the train station,  instead of using their cars. 

Well, not those exact words,  but something along those lines.

Hey,  I was barely awake.


See,  I was at the GO (Stands for Government of Ontario) Train station yesterday afternoon to pick up T.C. and her sister,  so I got to witness the pitiful “bike infrastructure”  that was on display.


Here it is:



Well now, I’d wager you could get a whopping ten or twelve bikes in there! 

Yup.  That’ll do it.



There were a few brave souls getting on their bikes.

Best of luck.


And you know,  if you look at all the thousands of cars that are leaving the train station after each and every train arrives,  there’s always only ONE person in the vehicle.  No wonder our roads are clogged!


Of course,  there were barely four or five bikes in there at any given time, since getting to the station by bike is fraught with all kinds of obstacles.   I mean,  who wants to ride in amongst all those harried car commuters as they go barrelling out onto the street?  

It’s called separate bike lanes people!   And I don’t mean painting some lines at the side of the road either. 

Bah!  Just go to The Netherlands and get a clue.

And there’s no point getting on council and trying to change things,  since these things “cost money”,  and we’d sooner waste it on paving new roads for cars.

End of rant.


The report on the train trip up to Ottawa was that it was “wonderful”.  But that’s not why we’re here.  She can write her own blog.


Tomorrow I’m off to bottle some wine.  Finally. 

We ran out a while back.


My brain is empty.


Thanks for stopping by.

Sunday, July 20, 2014

Time to clean up.

Before my head explodes.  I can only handle the disarray for so long,  and then I start to get grumpy.


I didn’t take any more pictures, but you get the idea.  What’s missing is enough boxes to put all the scraps in.  Of course,  the grocery store down the street doesn’t have much of an empty box selection on a Sunday.  I’ll go back there tomorrow and take a look.  A fair amount of that will end up in the fireplace.

The wood burning one in the basement, that is.   I should probably give some to my sister-in-law as well,  since she does use her wood burning fireplace from time to time.  It’s mostly only good for kindling,  but at least there’s some value in getting some heat out of what would otherwise be garbage.




So with the exception of two pieces of tongue and groove that I’m missing,  that’s the end of “phase one”.  Although,  I never did think in terms of “phases”, but we still have the copper ends to put on along with the new windows that I have yet to order. 

What’s up there now isn’t staying.  We’ll actually be able to open and close windows without the frustration that accompanies anything to do with the ones there now. 

I guess the original idea was to not have any windows,  which is what I’ve seen in Austria and Slovenia,  but then there are the squirrels to reckon with.  So even if I fixed it so that nothing could get from there into the attic,  they’d still be crappin’ everywhere and causing huge amounts of destruction. 

Ain’t gonna happen.

Oh and by the way,  since having taken those two pictures,  I’ve taken down the rest of the scaffold and taken away that ladder,  but not before reattaching the down spout in its proper place.   Temporarily of course,  since we have a company on its way to replace all that stuff in the not too distant future. 

And here I was thinking we’d go to a cottage for a few days. 

Again,  ain’t gonna happen.


We worked like dogs all yesterday to get it done,  in the pouring rain to boot. 

My feet were like prunes.

We wrapped it up at 4:45 though!   Ha!

I had already made the commitment that the scaffolding was due to be picked up Monday morning,  plus I wanted to release Carpenter Dude from my employ at the end of the day.  He’s done.

Now I realise that some of you had said something to the effect that I could very well have done this on my own?   Well yes.  I suppose so.  I do have the skill set.

However,  having Carpenter Dude here “on the clock”  was the ultimate motivation to get it done.

Sometimes you needs to pays yer money

And then just “suck it up Buttercup”,  and move on.   Saying,  “Oh I’ll do it myself”,  starts to wear a little thin after 10 or 20 years. 


Basically, I’d still be out there,  most likely for the rest of the summer.  I know what I’m like.  About mid day,  I’d “need” a nap.

And then after that?   Too groggy to do much else.  And so on.


And how depressing would that be?  Having this project looming over my head.  Never quite done.   There’s more “on the list”.  Trust me.  So it’s not like I’m ever really *done*.


Now,  speaking of fireplaces,  my next little concern will be getting the “exhaust hat”  on the chimney cap along with the ‘in’ and ‘out’  tubes that have to run down to the gas insert that needs to go in.   I want to have that sorted out before too long,  since we’ll be getting a new roof presumably sometime in September,  and after that I’m not going up there.  It’s a metal roof,  from these guys.


Oh,  and did you know,  that if you use some sort of card (we have a debit card system here in Canada) at Home Despot,  you can take stuff back within 90 days and you don’t need your receipt?   I just found that out this morning.  I had bought boatloads of the adhesive that we were using,  and took back all the extra tubes that were never opened.   We’re talking like fifty bucks here.  No point in keeping ten tubes of PL Premium hanging around.  When am I ever going to use that much adhesive?  I’ll get some more if I need it.


I guess that’s all I have in my pea brain.

I’ll resurface in a day or so if I think I have something worthwhile to say.



Keep it between the ditches.


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