I’d make a lousy reporter.

Whether watching victims get pulled out of a pile of debris in Bangladesh or Oklahoma,  I’m afraid I wouldn’t be able to take it. 

I almost had to switch channels this morning when the rescuers were hauling children out of the mess that used to be their school.  Travelling Companion doesn’t look over at me.  I’m sure she doesn’t want to see me tear up.

Our weekend here was resoundingly uneventful. 

If having some excitement means having the roof blown off your house, I’ll settle for boring. 

But it wasn’t boring.  It was just the way I like it on a long weekend.  The neighbourhood is blissfully quiet,  with the exception of the sounds of a lawn mower or leaf blower here or there.  And it’s not as though everyone has buggered off somewhere “up North” for the weekend.  There just doesn’t seem to be that much activity. 

Meanwhile,  the painting prep continues.  I’d like to call it painting, but I’m not quite there yet.  That may very well happen this afternoon.  Seems like the prep work always takes the longest,  and in this case there were a few glitches along the way. 

The cabinets were built in before the flooring was changed,  which wouldn’t be that big a deal,  except that the other wrinkle is that I didn’t really allow enough room at one end where the boiler pipe/convector terminates. 

It seems that I only get to do these things once,  so whatever I learn from my little errors in judgement don’t help out me one bit.  I guess that’s the true meaning of “custom work”?

Maybe? 

See where it’s kinda ‘busy’ there in the corner?  What a bonehead.

Well,  I want to paint there,  so I ended up yanking that end cabinet out.

Hey,  I put the sucker in there.  I can sure as anything take it out.

Meanwhile,  there’s the baseboard convectors that need painting.  It’s never a good idea to get paint on the fins,  plus of course they needed to be vacuumed.  The cleaner they are,  the more heat they give off.  And no,  we’re far from needing any heat,  thankfully.

 

 

And well,  I figured while I was at it,  I may as well make life a little easier for myself and cover up all the millwork with some of the paper left over from the move.   Milking that stuff until the bitter end.

The good news is,  even though we had a brutal rain storm last night,  we had no leaks.

Sqweeee!

 

That’s now primer on there.  (see,  something happened)

It would have completely sucked if it had leaked after all that work. 

Now,  if we have an east wind,  that’s a different story.   There’s some tiny crevice where the water can get in,  but that’s over on the other side of the chimney.   We dodged that bullet too. *phew*

 

Well,  that’s my lunch over with.  Back to it.

Keep your powder dry.

 

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