Today: to the bank to have funds wired to mortgage company; mother-in-law arrives in town; meet with low-volt people and figure out the security camera install and security system. Return to Home Depot to pick up clear coat topping for self-applied epoxycoat for interior of garage, to be done asap while the garage is still virgin clean.
Tomorrow: drop Satch at school; final walk-through at 10 am; closing at 1 pm; return from closing, remove 6 vinyl floors and their adhesive base, 5000 sq feet of carpet, and tear out thin-planked hardwood in kitchen — all in preparation for the trades coming first thing Wednesday to install new hardwood throughout first floor, install heated floors, and lay and grout mosaic tile in 5 areas.
Somewhere in that span I have to figure a way to have the second water heater paralleled, install a grounded outlet, and hang a heated towel rack.
So, in short: shit just got real.
Also, just realized that we need to have an internet connection (broadband) set up through Comcast before DirecTV can set up our dish and 3 genies. Which means we also need to come up with a fourth TV in the next week.
I’ve already go the armadillo out hustling, but not unsurprisingly, he comes home claiming poor — even though I can see the blow caked around his snout like a pair of ghostly donuts, and his shell is a bit too “buffed,” if you know what I mean.’
At any rate, I’m hoping — as I told a reader though email — that sometime early next week life will take it’s foot off my throat momentarily in order to make a 7-11 run for some Gatorade and maybe some teriyaki jerky. But that respite will be brief. I sold my desk this weekend and am now typing this from the floor, where I sit, dazed, waiting for it all to end.
Forgive me. And those of you with guest posting privileges go for it.
Also, if you feel like starting the fundraiser for September a bit early, I wouldn’t deter you, though I won’t officially begin the bleg until September 1. Everything helps at this point, and I’d like to thank the 3 folks who sent along donations this week, even though I didn’t realize it until this morning; for some reason PayPal isn’t emailing me notifications, so if I don’t see it as an alert I don’t realize I’ve gotten it unless I log into PayPal.
I’ll will do what I can to post here and there from my floor this week, but I suspect I’ll be spending a lot of time in the new house getting things prepped for our eventual relocation. On the plus side, we rented the current house, as I noted elsewhere, and we have a year lease from the renters, so that’s a load off our minds.
Have a good next few days, all. I’ll check in when I can.
And thanks again to all of you who’ve sent along your support and encouragement — and especially to those of you who are jealous of my new desk, should I ever get it. I feel like a PLAYAH!
Only, you know, with little bling and no real hos to brag about. Plus my entourage is a bunch of beets and a brine shrimp. Making me the celebrity equivalent of that Chris Titus dude.
Could’ve sworn I saw the ‘dillo in New Orleans last weekend, in the garbage alley behind Larry Flynt’s Barely Legal club, discussing the finer points of Heinlein’s social commentary with a dancer who seemed to be struggling to overcome the effect gravity had upon her silicone and stiletto-elevated center of gravity, while she breathed in the lovely bouquet of aroma for which the Big Easy is famous.
But I’d been drinking a bit, so I could have been mistaken about the entire situation.
I sure hope we don’t end up renting out either of our surplus houses. The first one on our to-do list is also the nearest to home and we met with our realtor yesterday. She was very encouraging but we still have a few things to do and a lot less time to do it than we would have liked.
We asked her at the outset for a referral to someone who could do a lot of the pre-listing prep work for us, and we’re more than happy with the result even though it’s cost us money up front — but if the realtor’s estimate of what we can ask for it is right we’ll get it back at closing. Which is nice. Best part though will be all the recurring expenses we won’t have to keep paying once it’s on somebody else’s
neckhands.Supposedly the market is better now than it was when we moved. I think we got our current place for about 25% less than it might have been worth before the bubble burst; that much of a markdown on this other place would have eaten up these outlays in a hurry.
I’m thinking a series of blurry cell-phone photos could turn this whole thing into The Jeff House Project.
“I’m…so…scared…”
“Is that…a peacoat?”
“This sofa is full of pills!”
If I could epoxy the floor of my garage I’d never leave.
I was going to try it once, but I woke up nine days later wearing nothing but bike shorts and used soccer cleats with my right arm stuck to the side of my head.
It was awesome.
closing at 1 pm; return from closing, remove 6 vinyl floors and their adhesive base, 5000 sq feet of carpet, and tear out thin-planked hardwood in kitchen — all in preparation for the trades coming first thing Wednesday to install new hardwood throughout first floor, install heated floors, and lay and grout mosaic tile in 5 areas.
This is, of course, impossible. So I suppose you’ll be topping it all off with breakfast at Milliways, the restaurant at the end of the universe…
>5000 sq feet of carpet, <
nice mansion you have;)
i have to do it, JB. Hopefully the vinyl adhesive comes up easily, being not very old. If not I have chemicals. Carpet will come out easy enough. Wood flooring is only in the kitchen. I’m going to giant crowbar that stuff right up, I hope. But yeah, I expect to be there pretty much all night and through the morning before the floor guys show up.
Time to go down to Lowe’s or Home Depot and ‘recruit’ some Future Democrats to help.
Get there early, they are always a hot commodity…
the cutting of carpet is best farmed out to son 1 w/ utility knife and duct tape. @3 ft width for municipal disposal. leave those tacking strips alone. and take out only abused/stained padding.
NR is wise in the ways of carpet disposal. Been times I did it differently — I learned the hard way.
Godspeed, Jeff.
You don’t eat brine shrimp. You put them in a tank with a plastic castle and watch them eat each other hoping they might play tennis or something, like on the package, but they never do.
Speaking of shakedowns, Napa Valley animated gif.
My momma could rustle up a mean brine shrimp cocktail.
Yum!
Too salty, never again.
Fish tip: it helps if you pinch your nares.
When do the cybornetic-crocogators with the laserbeam eyes go into the moat?
OT and odd – when I click on the comments section to “The end is nigh” I am blocked due to “ADULT MATERIAL CATEGORY” (yes, I’m at work, but killing time waiting for a meeting to start, which they never do on time). Anyhow, what the heck in the name of all that is good and holy is going on in that comments section?
what the heck in the name of all that is good and holy is going on in that comments section?
Christian apologetics
Christian apologetics
Well that explains it, putting away the things of a child and whatnot. Very adult. Mustn’t be seen by the children.
Ah, linking to boobies again, eh?
Possibly accounting for sources of deep sensitivity in the politically correct scanner programs, it may very well also be caused by the direct quote from the movie which must not be seen — y’know, The Bad News Bears. Hence I may myself be at fault for the blockage. If so, I make no apology whatsoever.
For younger or more sensitive viewers, said lins led to:
“Folsom Street Fair the World’s Biggest *Burbler* Event”
“*Pwloox* education book featuring * burblage* shelved after outcry from US parents”
Oh, “k.”
Ah, the Folsom Street Fair, not so much face-painting going on, but much ball-inflating. Wholesome Americana at its best. (And a thank you to the firewall for sparing me those images).
It’s…
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zombietime!
Folsom related palate cleanser follows.
Johnny Cash
The Folsom where the prison is located ought to demand San Francisco rename that street. Maybe to “Sodom Street.”
Yup, that ain’t a whistle being blown.
So – who’s this Chickenpooper guy, anyway?
PS: Folsom – making little one out of big ones since 1880
“When do the cybornetic-crocogators with the laserbeam eyes go into the moat?”
Bad idea Ernst. A moat is a wetland. A glass of iced tea on a picnic table might be a wetland these days. Don’t even think of spitting in the yard.
I grew up on occasional fun trips to Folsom’s old Sutter Street, usually followed by a visit to the Folsom Zoo. If it was the Fourth of July we might stick around for a rodeo and fireworks.
These days Folsom has more people in it, I think, than the City of Fairbanks, Alaska, and the old historic places have been upscaled and bypassed and four-laned to where I’d half expect Sutter Street to be an outlet mall and the zoo and rodeo to be outlawed because of teh animabubble cruelty.
they make these little cheesecakes of all kinds of different flavors
Gomorrah Boulevard
Last time I had to pull up any carpet, it involved a lot of rolling and stuffing and car trunks, but not to get rid of any bloodstains or, you know, bodies or anything. It was to avoid the higher dumping fees at the city transfer station due to the new taxes resulting from those damn EPA regs. And, for your reference, wet carpet doesn’t sink like you’d think it would.
Worse than carpet is pulling that freshly-nailed wood floor. What a nightmare that is, was, or will be. Perhaps they glued it down? Worse than a nightmare.
Bodies first rolled in carpet, then in chain-link fence, then dumped off a bridge. At least that’s what the pros in ‘Sopranos’ explained.
Hog farm.
Remote, secluded place, plenty of time to dig, lots of quicklime.
Obnoxious neighbor’s toolshed.
Especially if he’s known to have had issues with the… um… what were we talking about?
“Be wary of a man who keep pigs”, I think…
Even more so of a man who rents pigs.
Shouldn’t parallel the hot water tanks for more capacity, should run them in series. They may be piped in parallel, but you’ll never get the same flow through them both. Doesn’t work that way in real life, even with the exact same number of bends and the exact same length of pipe.