Mothers, please act accordingly and responsibly when you pack these little treasures in your children's lunches(*).
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
FINDING NATURE IN MY ORANGE -or- THERE BUT FOR THE GRACE OF GOD, GOES IN MY MOUTH
Mothers, please act accordingly and responsibly when you pack these little treasures in your children's lunches(*).
Friday, November 20, 2009
PREVIEWING CHRISTMAS DINNER - #1 Boeuf Bourguignon
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
INSTALLING SOME DRYWALL - Me And The Deadmen
But I am happy to say that today, I succeeded. Don't know about tomorrow but here were the steps of the journey:
STEP 1. After measuring the length of the ceiling and the cutout needed for the roof window, and orienting to the spatial challenge of cutting on the floor opposite to and at right angle to the ceiling, do it 5 more times before cutting to get it to work out the same way twice in a row (turns out I am bad at this). But, finally, convinced it is right, cut the drywall and attach the spine you designed (to give it strength when it is picked up).
2. Set up the supporting cast of chairs and ladders, along with a ledger board at one end of the ceiling that will support the end of the drywall as it is being raised up.
Friday, October 30, 2009
BUILDING A ROOF - BY THE NUMBERS

In the mid 80s, I built an addition on my house. As much a solution to a space problem as a response to a primitive driving force (man must build), and with the assistance of my kids, wife and other family and friends, it came to be and we enjoyed living in it.
23 - (estimated) number of times my head glanced the incoming electrical lines
0 - number of times I died by electrocution (ahh! the magic of insulation)
1 - number of mosquitos killed while extracting blood from me
3 - mosquitoes that got away with a free meal
1 - time I walked into a temporary support structure that I installed - not surprisingly, this number corresponds with the number of bloody gashes in my forehead
17 - approximate number of minor new holes, cuts and slits I put in my hands and arms
1 - number of times a branch of the friendly hemlock tree blindsided me and whipped across my eyeball
1 - number of 82 pound packs of shingles that I carried up, unopened, on a ladder to the roof, before I changed my strategy
3 - number of times I said "holy shit" as I carried the bundle of shingles
1 - extra trip to Lowes needed (for more roofing nails)
36 - total number of hours spent in 4.5 days, working on this phase of the project
2 - number of guests appearances made by helper bees to assist in small but critical ways (Sharon, Sue)
10 - number of RITALIN I should have taken to keep me focused and to avoid errors due to mental distraction, fatigue, whatever
1 - number of RITALIN actually consumed
5 - number of errors I corrected or talked myself out of
1 - number of problems I said, "fuck it" to
16 - combination of ibuprophen, aspirin and naproxin consumed to stave off tooth pain during the project
1 - number of root canals I had on the monday following the project completion
0 - number of times I banged my thumb with the hammer (hey, this was not a 3 stooges episode)
2 - number of times I did yell out due to something physically bad happening to me
5 - (at least) number of totally gruesome things I visualized, which involved self maiming and/or trips to the emergency room - but avoided through good technique but also because of the awareness raised by my visualizations
10 - number of fingers still remaining at the end of the project in spite of the amount of sawing performed
1 - number of supernatural, time slowing, ninja-type moments I experienced as I moved my head faster than the high speed nail that shot toward my face when I mishit it
3 - number of times a nail in a board at the wood supply area snagged and ripped my jeans before I took my hammer and smashed the ever living shit out of it.
1 - pair of jeans tossed in the trash at the end of the work
I know at this point, you're expecting something like... "satisfaction at the end... priceless", but actually, I'm just tired and cranky and trying to recenter myself, so I can finish up all the little nit-wit stuff (and inside work) that is necessary to complete the project.

