Sunday, September 6, 2015

Too Fucking Many Mondays

Since I retired I've been saying that every day is Saturday. Lately there have been too fucking many Mondays including yesterday which was a Saturday!! The Old Lady volunteered me to work on the siding project at the museum. When it was first mentioned it would just be me and another guy taking turns "supervising" a couple of young guys that would do the work. Well it didn't go according to that plan. I've been the one being there everyday that we work (the other guy was there one day and hasn't felt well enough to be there more. He has a bad back and can't be on his feet for any length of time.) I've been doing way more than supervising and because I've been doing some of the actual work, I've missed a lot of the mistakes that were made. Some I have caught and corrected, but there were just too many. (I've reached the point where I just say "Fuck It", let's get this shit done!!) Now we are nailing the fake log siding on and having to do whatever to try and make that "sow's ear look like a silk purse"??

Every day that I have to be there to work on this project is like a Fucking Monday. I've been used to a certain routine which did not include getting dressed in the morning and leaving the house. Most days I don't leave the house till after lunch, but the days we work we have started at the crack of 9am!!

Because this project has been eating so much of my time I haven't got a lot of my projects done, like getting The Guppy ready to hit the road later this month. I haven't even got half of my winter's firewood made yet. My plowtruck needs some work, but as it has been sitting yellow jackets built a nest in the passenger side door. I've gone thru several cans of hornet spray and they are still alive and buzzing around. It's hard to get the spray in the right place to kill the nest when all there is is a couple of small holes in the door that they go into the door thru.



To top it off my truck has been giving me trouble. The Old Lady says it doesn't like me anymore. At times it won't start. I can hear the fuel pump running, but it won't fire. Last week I used it to take my mitersaw on a stand down to cut the siding. Then we put brush in the back of the truck to bring home to put on a brushpile. It sat there for half a week because it wouldn't start, then on Friday it half-ass started and died several times. Finally it started and ran so I decided to drive it home even tho there was the possibility that it would die and leave me stranded on the side of the road. It did get me home and now it won't leave again until I figure out what the problem is.




6 comments:

  1. You have my sympathy on all counts.

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  2. I love doing the meals on wheels as it makes me feel good..but having to get up and get dressed and do shit when I really don't want to..?? I really hate that..so I know whatcha mean..

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  3. Maybe a bug bomb will get rid of them.

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  4. Tried that. Put one on the floor and walked away. Problem is there isn't much in the way of openings into the door and the cab has big holes rusted thru, so it isn't very airtight. There's one it the rear corner almost big enough to drop a gallon jug thru. And the floorboards are rusted thru next to the doors.
    I sprayed at the window in the door and a lot ran down inside the door because the weatherstripping is shot. That seemed to cut down on the number of them. Got one more can of hornet spray and will try again. Maybe now I can actually get next to the door to try spray into it.

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  5. Is there anything flammable inside the door? If not, I'd try fire, because AFAIK those nests are essentially paper, right? Maybe you could get away with using a lighter and any aerosol can (they use butane to create the pressure).

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  6. It's not supposed to work that way, but it still does.

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