Fringe Benefits or Why You Need to Have a Party
The great thing about having a We-Almost-Have-Running-Water Party is you get to visit with folks you usually don’t get to see. And, after a few beers, they tell you stuff like, “Hey, I’m working at a lumber mill now, and I might be able to hook you up with some good prices.”
“Do you have flooring?”
“Yeah, we just got a [some sort of milling machine that does flooring].”
“What kind of flooring do y’all mill? Walnut, oak, pine?”
“No, no pine. Mostly we do high-end cabinets. Lots of red oak and cherry.”
“Awesome.”
“Give me a call sometime. I see if I can find something for you.”
My wife talked with our friend last night.
He said, “Well, I think that I have about 400 square feet of flooring. It’s all remnants, but you probably won’t want it, it’s cherry.” Apparently he thought we had our desperate little hearts set on red oak. Little did he know that if the price was right, we’d take nearly anything (our roof is case and point).
Anyhow, since he is technically an “underling” my wife has to call and talk to The Man today so we can get the official price. Wish us luck.
Last night, we continued our marathon of pain and worked on the Devil Queen. My wife cleaned the kitchen up so everything will be ready for the tile guy if he comes today. I continued scraping the ceiling and finally succeeded in rubbing my knuckles raw. It made me wonder how much blood is shed during the construction or renovation of a home (not including the occasional, gory freak accident). I suspect that all the small blood-lettings really add up.
The two vessel sinks we ordered off of eBay came last night. They look just as good in person as they did online (always a concern). My wife did a little happy-dance around them, so they’re a success as far as I’m concerned.
If we have enough energy and time, we’ll be back at the Queen tonight. My wife’s car crapped out yesterday, and we’ll probably have to pick it up after work tonight. That may cut into our work time. She took it in yesterday to get a new battery (it’s really hard to find a battery for a 1998 VW Beetle in Russellville) only to discover that the front end was ready to fall off (slight exaggeration). It was bad enough that the mechanic basically said, “Don’t pick the car up tonight, please let us work on it some more so you don’t die on the way home.” Sounds good to me.
My wife was a bit distraught about this additional expense, but she felt better about it after I broke it down like this:
New tires, rods, battery, and other vital parts that keep the wheels on: $400.
NOT having your wife and son dying in a car wreck because of a mechanical failure: priceless.
I mean, you’d feel better too if your significant-other told you that you were worth at least $400, right?
“Do you have flooring?”
“Yeah, we just got a [some sort of milling machine that does flooring].”
“What kind of flooring do y’all mill? Walnut, oak, pine?”
“No, no pine. Mostly we do high-end cabinets. Lots of red oak and cherry.”
“Awesome.”
“Give me a call sometime. I see if I can find something for you.”
My wife talked with our friend last night.
He said, “Well, I think that I have about 400 square feet of flooring. It’s all remnants, but you probably won’t want it, it’s cherry.” Apparently he thought we had our desperate little hearts set on red oak. Little did he know that if the price was right, we’d take nearly anything (our roof is case and point).
Anyhow, since he is technically an “underling” my wife has to call and talk to The Man today so we can get the official price. Wish us luck.
Last night, we continued our marathon of pain and worked on the Devil Queen. My wife cleaned the kitchen up so everything will be ready for the tile guy if he comes today. I continued scraping the ceiling and finally succeeded in rubbing my knuckles raw. It made me wonder how much blood is shed during the construction or renovation of a home (not including the occasional, gory freak accident). I suspect that all the small blood-lettings really add up.
The two vessel sinks we ordered off of eBay came last night. They look just as good in person as they did online (always a concern). My wife did a little happy-dance around them, so they’re a success as far as I’m concerned.
If we have enough energy and time, we’ll be back at the Queen tonight. My wife’s car crapped out yesterday, and we’ll probably have to pick it up after work tonight. That may cut into our work time. She took it in yesterday to get a new battery (it’s really hard to find a battery for a 1998 VW Beetle in Russellville) only to discover that the front end was ready to fall off (slight exaggeration). It was bad enough that the mechanic basically said, “Don’t pick the car up tonight, please let us work on it some more so you don’t die on the way home.” Sounds good to me.
My wife was a bit distraught about this additional expense, but she felt better about it after I broke it down like this:
New tires, rods, battery, and other vital parts that keep the wheels on: $400.
NOT having your wife and son dying in a car wreck because of a mechanical failure: priceless.
I mean, you’d feel better too if your significant-other told you that you were worth at least $400, right?
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