What’s on the iPod: Innocence by The Airborne Toxic Event
“Thanks for making me go, Mom.”
Music to my ears, for I drove daughter to work on Friday as she sobbed, apologized, and sobbed some more all the way. Just like the kid on the first day of kindergarten, she was fine when she went through the door, too. Amen.
Sometimes a shift in gears, and in focus, is exactly what’s needed. Daughter and I both had that as she spent the weekend with her boyfriend and I spent the weekend cleaning. Our Australian guests are about to arrive, and I was putting the final polish on their room, plus checking off a rather large to-do list.
Also, I played the part of gopher as husband and stepson started putting drywall on the garage ceiling. I had to go for the drywall lifter – they told him it would fit in any car. Sure. If your car is a truck. I had to protect my leather seats with a dropcloth, put the roof down, and drive home slowly. But this surprises me none.
See, our house should be renamed the Snowball Effect House, for everything we do tends to feed into at least three more projects. The garage doors are coming this week. However, he wanted to get the ceiling finished so the installers would be installing on a hard surface rather than just the joists and insulation. And it saves us from taking the door hangers down later to do the job, then mucking up a good installation.
This all started when he inherited his dad’s Jaguar. When they delivered it from Phoenix, we drove it exactly one block (it was nearly out of gas) and put it in the garage. He was going over it to see if there was anything cracked or broken. There was. a subframe rod was dangling — someone somewhere hooked a tow chain to it and ripped it right out of place. The engine is a V12 that weighs a ton itself, and that subframe was helping keep it off the highway and in the car. So he was going to fix it.
We tore it apart and he labeled every piece, took photos, and put everything on his Excel spreadsheet. Then he realized we needed more power to the garage. That meant running a 220 line to accommodate the AC/heater and the air compressor (which we’re going to sell — anyone need a never-used 750 hp air compressor?). While doing so, we also insulated the place. Why heat it if you’re not airtight? The drywall on the walls went up, but the ceiling has been put off for a while.
Then the garage doors got to the point of no return. Naturally, we started talking about it in June, but waited until company was coming and then moved on it. No matter. It’s getting done and company doesn’t need to care about it at all, nor do we need to be here when they install.
So now we’re up to finishing what needs to be done so he can get the car back together. And I think we’re at the tail end of this snowball effect. Maybe. I just noticed that when they built the house, they left a huge gap in the garage attic where the house and roof meet. All sorts of cold air and critters can (and do) get into the house there. One more thing.
Then again, I mentioned the bags of lawn fertilizers, seeds, etc. still sitting in the garage. He said, “We can put that down. But we have to mow first. After we fix the mower.”
It’s starting to snow again.
But the diversion was good. She was off relaxing and I was here releasing some pent-up energy. She went off to work on her own today and I’m about to delve into a ton of work myself (once this headache subsides). I’ve a ton of projects due tomorrow, so the phone is going off and the emails will be answered twice today. Then I have one more project to restart after a long delay, and then company on Wednesday. I’ll be glad for the short break.
How was your weekend?