Saturday, September 18, 2010

Good Night Irene

The pressure is on.  I sat down here tonight with hopes of actually coming up with something new to write instead of the looking on the dusty shelves where the previous almost made it but for one thing or another didn't make it to the bigs.  The posts that when I first read them looked like they couldn't swing the bat, never mind hit one past first base.

I had a notion to write 250 words about this or maybe that.  It quickly dissolved into nothing but a hint of what I might have done had I been more than just semi conscious and not semi comatose.  Then I figured some pithy commentary on the latest insanity on the media carousel.  But as usual, Reality as reported to me by untrustworthy mouthpieces and shameless hacks becomes such a parody of itself, that not much more can be said to soften the blows of stupidity they spoon feed us as long as the cable bill is paid up.

I have finally rounded another homeowner corner.  Instead of talking about it like I have these past many years, in less than 10 days, I will begin to replace my roof.  Should I actually begin the process of ripping old roofing off, I think my wife will ...........never mind what my wife might do.  It's none of your business.  Jeez, what a bunch of nosy pokers.

There are not many construction type duties I dislike more than roofing.  Painting comes to mind, laying tongue and groove flooring maybe, and of course Insulating sucks pretty hard also.  Okay, so there are many construction type duties I dislike.  When faced with one or the other, that duty becomes the one I dislike participating in the most.  This year, it's the roof.  I cannot avoid, walk around, sidestep it any longer.   So of course roofing now tops the I hate it the most list.

The bike shop continues to bring in more jingle than I have become used to for this time of the year.  The residual benefit is I continue to be entertained at least once a day with varieties of consuming arrogance, naivety, and downright bust your gut comedy.   And though I usually have begun nursing a fairly sour attitude about bicycle retail in September, I am still looking forward to opening up every day.  Being busy does seem to make me happier than not being busy.

So I guess tonight I don't have much to write about, but I figured out how to get some words down.  Mission accomplished.

Good Night Irene....................................


PipeTobacco said...


I am surprised that you find painting to be more of a chore than roofing. Why do you feel that way?

For me, of all the household chores that potentially arise, painting is fairly high on the "almost enjoyable" list. It ranks only slightly lower than mowing the lawn.


The Blog Fodder said...

I don't care how far off the ground I get, as long as I can still reach it with one foot.

El Cerdo Ignatius said...

Roofing: A fine activity if the object needed roofing is a gazebo. In fact, I have a gazebo that I've just finished building, and it needs a roof put on it.

But anything larger than that is a major pain in the back. My sympathies to you on the looming job on your house.

My present project of procrastination is replacing a window. If I weren't so busy putting it off, I'd hop in the car and drive down to help you with your house.

MRMacrum said...

Pipe Tobacco - I painted for two summers as a young man in college. I learned to hate painting with a passion. Mowing the lawn - well, I guess it depends on my mood.

Blog Fodder - I hear you. While I don't have a fear of heights, my many tumbles from perches of varying heights have made me respect them in a nervous way. The section of roof I am replacing this Fall is the low section. Only about a twelve foo fall if i screw up.

El Cerdo Ignatius - I have a double pain in the butt situation. When I laid the metal roof on the house 28 years ago, I laid it over the existing shingles. This time I have to strip everything down to the sub roof so I can repair some water damage. Thankfully, this will be the last roofing project I think I will ever be part of. I spent too many years humping shingles up ladders.

Thanks for the good word though.