Saturday - Saw Slumdog Millionaire last night. Excellent flick. Thank you Phil, for noting that, if we ever find ourselves locked in a toilet in a slum in Mumbai (because it could happen), that we now know how to get ourselves out. Who said movies have no educational value?
Finally remembered to bring the laser level home from work. One side of the kitchen is 7/8" higher than the other! Gotta adjust the heights of my electrical boxes.
Put up stucco paper. The window is now completely installed. Also figured out the scenario which initiated Juan's fib yesterday. Here's the scene: Entering the living room, I smelled gas; discovered the pilot in the floor heater was out. This could only happen if the gas had been turned off, which would extinguish the flame, and then turned back on, restarting the gas without the flame. Juan's nephew had dug a trench to the garage for the wiring. Along the way, he had to cross the old gas line that used to feed the dryer. I cut that line over a year ago due to a leak and we've been running the dryer off propane ever since. I failed to mention this fact to Juan beforehand. His nephew then broke the gas line and they decided, 'Better not tell Ken about this!'. They then turned off the gas, repaired it improperly (hence the lie), then turned the gas back on and didn't think to light the pilots! "Hey, Juan, did you turn off the gas?" "No" "Because the heater pilot is off and I smell gas in the living room." "No. We didn't touch the gas." Yeah right. I then told him the gas line was defunct, which, although he showed no reaction, must have been a huge relief! I know that feeling, when you've already lied, and then you find you're completely in the clear. You can't show your relief without also exposing your lie! It's a silver lining eclipsed by a cloud. Anyways, I felt bad for not clueing him in ahead of time so on Monday I won't mention to him that I noticed the valve on the gas meter had changed position, nor that the pilot on the water heater also was off! No harm, no foul, but, as a bad fibber, Juan better keep his day job because his career in politics is questionable.
Cheap wine and 'House Bunny' in my underwear. It's kind of fun being white trash. Maybe I'll tattoo my head.
Sunday - Sore! Off to see 'The Wrestler'.
Monday - Sheila has completely accepted our living conditions. I resent that my dog thinks we're white trash and is ok with it.
Wednesday - Re-started the soffits. Used Grandpa Archie's chalk line which was given to me by Uncle Orville.
Thursday - First soffit just one tiny piece from being finished but it's too late and the neighbors are too close to use power tools. I'll get it tomorrow (if I don't meet Phil for beers.)
Friday - Didn't meet Phil; didn't finish soffit. This is taking too long. Gonna hire people to get things moving.
... to be continued...
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