Sunday, September 19, 2010

Holy situation.




Floor, floor, floor, every time we work we are repairing bad floors.

The leaking bathroom upstairs caused by the bad support of the floor joist created a cancer that's affected the floors on both levels. I knew that we would be replacing flooring but I had no idea how much.

The good news is that we have gotten pretty good at tearing out bad flooring. One more spot in the living room and we should have all the cancer removed.

More good news, I got $299 for all the scrap copper pipes that will go a long way towards paying for the new piping.

Today (besides fixing floors) we put up the new walls for the half bath on the first floor including a sweet wet wall. Finally turning the corner from demo to new construction.

Saturday, September 11, 2010

Finaly New Wood

Finally after doing nothing but tearing out stuff we finally got some building done.

We setup a temporary support wall to hold up the second floor and then removed what was left of the old load-bearing wall. Then we secured our new 2x10 beam on the good side by the stairway and used a bottle jack to lift the beam in the middle.

When the beam was level we had brought up the bad side of the second floor almost an inch and made it level with the other part of the wall.

Those beams were so poorly supported I'm surprised the second floor hadn't come crashing down. But now we have nice solid support and the space is opened up nicely just like we wanted.

Speaking of the second floor, we got the sub floor fixed and can walk upstairs again without worrying about falling through a big hole.

We also tore out all of the old DWV and water supply pipes. Had a bit of a nasty surprise (besides Tim's shower in old sewage) the main stack took an unexpected turn and that will complicated my design for the master bath. Just some of the fun of renovation.

Monday, September 6, 2010

Sunday, September 5, 2010

Lemons into lemonade

So I was all excite to start finally building something instead of just doing demolition. The plan was to build a temporary supporting wall and then install the new header that will hold up the second floor. Then we can start on floor repairs.

Tim met me over at Lowe's and we picked up some 2x4's and 2x10's and headed over to the townhouse. I open the front door and I don't hear the alarm chirping. I soon discovered that we had no electricity. I call Casey and find out that he hasn't paid the electric bill in a couple months. Lovely, all my plans shot too hell, a three day weekend wasted. I was so pissed!

But then my mind started thinking, hmmm IPL has shut off the power to the house. I can now change out the breaker box!

The breaker box was always going to be a problem. It's an old fuse type box that's too small and too messed up. I have the skills to replace it but the electric company kind of frowns on DIY'ers doing that kind of project. To come out and disconnect and then reconnect the power they require a licensed electritian to come out and at least inspect the job. This was going to cost me.

But now the power is turned off and I can replace the box and then have it reconnected in my name and nobody will know the box has been changed (unless they read this blog.)

You ask for miracles, Theo.... I give you the IPL

Wednesday, September 1, 2010

Sometimes My Mind Wanders

I'll be doing something and it will trigger a memory or a thought train that just takes off. That's where the name for this blog comes from. I guess I'll have to post that sometime but that's not what this blog is about.

I was working on my printer, replacing an encoder buried deep in the carriage assembly. I had to do it totally blind by feel because the damn engineers who design thinks never think about servicing them.

That got my mind wandering about something else I did totally by feel over thirty years ago, feel up my first girl. It's one of those things you only get to experience once.

Now you have to understand that in the 70's there was no way for a young man to learn about this part of the female anatomy. All we had were glimpses in stolen Playboys and back then they didn't show much and what they did was covered with hair. If you were lucky you found a Hustler magazine but on the east side of Indy these were rare indeed. So the only knowledge of that part of a female was learned from the instruction sheet from your sisters tampon box.

I had taken my girlfriend to a concert, I don't even remember what the band was (Cheep Trick or Sanatana or some group like that.) After the show we went parking. I parked my 1973 Ford station wagon with the big bench seat and we slid together and started to make out. After exploring second base for a while I went for it and she didn't stop me.

I unzipped her jeans and started to move my hand into position. Now trying to feel something with those tight pants in the way was close to impossible. So I coolly started to work her pants down a bit. Now I though I was a magician but looking back I never would have acquired the necessary hand room without her aid.

With that barrier out of the way I started searching for the glory hole but all I found was a maze of flaps and skin and hair, what the fuck was this shit? But I endeavored to persevere and eventually found my way to the spot. I would like to think that she enjoyed it but I imagine she just tolerated it in hope that it would get better.

Those memories, that search, the discovery, all that stuff is engraved in my mind and is a memory I cherish. It was magical, fun and very exciting. Seeing those part later up close in the light of day was also a wonderful experience.

I wonder if the first time is ruined for young men nowadays? I mean by the first time they feel up a girl they have seen all the parts in graphic detail. They have seen what goes where and how. It cant be the same for them. Has the internet robbed them of the joy of discovery that I had?

Special thanks to Lisa. I will never forget you and your young perfect body.