A Lesson Learned

Last night at the market checkout stand, there was a man and his little daughter in the line next to us. The man was emptying the cart and teasing the daughter about paying for the groceries.

Man: I think you were supposed to pay.

Girl: No. You are.

Man: No, I’m pretty sure you were going to.

Girl: No. You.

They went back and forth. When it was their turn to check out, the little girl, with a slight shrillness in her voice says to the checker: We don’t have any money!

Without missing a beat the checker says: Join the club.

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Also, if you have time, you should read this story about Alex doing the rock climbing rental thing at the school picnic. It’s very cute.

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In Search of the Gullible

Last night someone knocked on the door about the time I was sitting down to dinner and my fresh disks of The 4400 (season 2) that I have to power through before the new season starts on Sunday. This on top of my very heavy soccer watching schedule that begins tomorrow for World Cup. (Bob was not home.)

It’s my general policy to ignore it when someone knocks on the door because unless I’m expecting someone, it’s NEVER anyone I want to talk to. Plus, I was half in my pajamas because I’d spilled something on my pants and shucked them off then and there and tossed them in the wash. But stupidly, I answered the door anyway.

It’s a guy who based purely on appearance and demeanor, seems to be a regular type guy. There is a truck in the driveway with a guy sitting in the passenger seat, looking like he wants to go home so it at least seems that they’re not going door-to-door.

Guy: You been having problems with your roof leaking?

Me: No.

[A number of years ago during a huge storm parts of our roof blew off. I was going to link to the story but apparently it’s not here anymore. I’ll put it back up later. The damaged part was replaced with different tiles so we have what Bob refers to as a “two toned roof.” I knew this was what he saw but we’ve had no problems with the roof since then.]

Guy: I noticed you have the new tiles up. We’re working on your neighbor’s roof, Mr. [something]? Driving by. Thought we could help you out.

Me thinking: The old “we were just driving by” coupled with the old “we’re working for your neighbor”, who I’ve never heard of, ploys. I try to think if I’ve seen a new roof go up lately.

Me: We’re not having any problems with the roof. There was a storm and part of it blew back.

Guy: How much they charge you for that?

Me thinking: I hate it when sales people ask how much I pay for something. There is no reason on the planet that you need to know that unless you’re going to use it against me as part of your sales script.

Me: I don’t know. (also true) Insurance took care of it.

Guy: (dubiously) You the property owner?

Me thinking: Yes Cletus, I am the fuking property owner.

Me (a few sparks flying out of my ears): Yes.

Guy: I could fix that for you make it look real nice. $8,000.

Me (sparks are now little flames): Why would I fix something that isn’t broken?

Guy: I noticed on the other side that its aging. That’s why it blew off.

Me thinking: OH! So now we’ve gone from “did you have a problem with a leak?” to “I know the entire story of your roof which I have observed from your front yard.”

Me: (flames erupting from ears, nostrils and a general halo of flames around my head.) That’s not why the roof blew off. Did you want to leave a card?

Guy: I gave the last one away. I’m licensed and bonded.

Me thinking: congrad-u-fuking-lations.

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Sticking Together

While I was working on my Home Improvement Project I spent a lot of time in stores or store areas that I normally don’t set foot in. I made it a point to pay attention to all the products available, in case there were other items, not related to My Project, that might come in useful around the house.

One of the things I picked up was some glue that’s supposed to be strong and waterproof and impervious to weather, war, Jedi mind tricks or anything else you can think of. I had a bunch of things to glue but when I got home and read the directions it said things like dampen the surface or surfaces and then clamp after you applied the glue and that just sounded like too much trouble. Who has a clamp? Okay, Dad. But besides you?

A little tip on my fish mobile (it’s in the photo on May 29) has been broken for ages and I decided that probably no one ever does the dampening part and the clamp was for overkill and I could glue the tip back quickly and never think of it again.

And I did that. A few hours later I returned to see how it looked and wouldn’t you know the tip had fallen off and was now bonded for eternity to the table. Actually I was able to chip it off but there was no way it was ever going to be glued together now so I had to chuck it.

I have some things in the office that need to be glued and I optimistically brought my glue in today. Too bad I can’t get the top off.

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How to Stop Being A DoorMat

When I was a kid and first started reading the newspaper I read the comics and Dear Abby. I loved Dear Abby. She always had an answer that seemed kind and practical and in certain pitiful cases she’d end with: Write again, I care. She really cared. I always tried to think of advice I might need so I could write to her and maybe see my letter in the paper.

At some later point I also had access to Ann Landers which I also liked.

Eventually I got old enough to have my own opinions about how people should solve their problems and these two columns became a source of great irritation. Ninety percent of the letters were some version of, “I’m acting like a total doormat and everyone steps on me, what should I do?” and the response was always some version of: “Stop acting like a doormat and people won’t step on you. Get help if needed.” The rest of the letters were always some sort of warning about incredible danger from random items or places if you weren’t careful: dental floss that could kill you, standing at the bus stop could prove deadly, etc.

I stopped reading this type of advice column for many, many years. Then, a few years ago, for reasons I can’t make sense of, I started to glance at them now and then, perhaps with the slim hope that there might be some advice worth reading. This reminds me of my cousin Jennifer and the comic Family Circus. It used to be a big joke on Sunday morning to say to her, “Family Circus is funny today.” She’d say, “Let me see,” and grab the paper hopefully and then frown and say, “It is not. It’s NEVER funny.”

Several years ago there was a shake up in the Abby/Ann world. Ann died, taking her column with her (and aside, an advice columnist that I like Dan Savage bought her desk.) Meanwhile, Abby became ill with Alzheimer’s and her daughter took over her column and she was beyond awful. I was happy when the Oregonian dropped the column even though I never read it.

The Oregonian brought in two new columns. “Tell Me About It” by Carolyn Hax is one of my favorites. It’s targeted more for 20/30 somethings and relationships and no matter how convoluted and unsolvable a problem seems, she always has sane and useful advice that’s usually based on honesty and communication. She’s also not shy about telling an unreasonable person (say, a bridezilla) that’s she’s being a complete ass and to knock it off.

The other column is the whole reason for this post. It’s called Ask Amy and She Is Dreadful.

Remember when you were a kid and there was a kid that wasn’t really your friend, but you ended up playing with him (or her) now and then because of a birthday party or some sort of carpool to swimming lessons or something like that, and that kid had a prissy Mom? She would be a rigorous disciplinarian and say things like, “at our house we don’t wipe our nose with our sleeve” or “in our family we say please and thank you” and her kids always seems a click off, like maybe paralyzing shyness or a subtle sadistic streak. And you never felt like this was a wise and authoritative grown-up you wanted to listen to, you felt like she didn’t know what the hell she was doing and you wanted to make fun of her because she was such a priss. This is what I think about when I read Ask Amy.

I think of her sitting, at the right hand of James Dobson. A perfect example is the column this weekend where a person wrote in to say that her husband was trying to set up a business service and when the service person told him how long it would be, he exclaimed, “Jesus Christ!” The service person was completely offended and refused to do business with them. The person seeking advice thought the service person was acted inappropriately and asked for Amy’s opinion.

Let’s set aside the whole question of what kind of person writes to an advice columnist on a matter like this. Prissy Amy said that she wouldn’t want to do business with a person who exclaimed “Jesus Christ” either because she wouldn’t want a customer who was a hothead. Then she goes on to praise the free market, telling the person they can find another service person.

What a moronic response.

That service is running a business not a church picnic. People exclaim all kinds of things in frustration or exasperation. It doesn’t make them hard to work with. The business person should be happy he didn’t say “bite me f&*king c#@ksucker.” And yes, the letter writer should seek another service person. That buckethead isn’t worthy of your money.

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The Last Alliance of Shelves and Men

The reason the whole Home Improvement Project began was because I wanted more shelves in my closet.

Yesterday was my day for buying my new shelving system and installing it and then putting away all my crap. In addition, I swear somewhere I saw something called “collectible shelves” which are narrow, bracketless shelves that I thought I could put above my window. I could use them for my various little stuffed animals and Star Wars watches and goofy little doodads that I have crammed on my bookshelves.

First I went to Lowes because its parking lot is much more friendly than Home Despot. This is my first time to Lowes and you know what? Other than the better parking lot, it’s EXACTLY like The Despot except instead of orange, it’s blue.

They had a mile long aisle for “home organization” needs and you know I went soft in the knees when I saw that sign. I think they had what I wanted except it was hard to be sure because it wasn’t grouped together in handy “shelving kits for dummies” and I got all confused with the single track and the double track and which wall anchors and screws I should get (or even where they were since they didn’t have them handily in the home organization area) and which brackets and how many shelves I should get and what about these shelf stabilizers? Also the bracketless shelves were either ginormous slabs like a park bench that you’d bolt to your wall OR ugly colors OR burdened with unnecessary ornamentation.

Since I’d taken the time and trouble to get my ass out there, I was determined not to leave empty handed but the longer I stood there, the more unsure I became until finally I got mad and pushed my empty cart out to the parking lot because there was no other obvious place to leave it.

I vaguely recalled seeing something useful at Fred Meyer so I drove all the way up to Salmon Creek because that’s a better and bigger store. They at least had a handy sheet you could take with their shelving systems and it showed a handy picture and on the back told you what kinds of brackets and anchors and stabilizers to buy and those items were in the same area. BUT these were catastrophically ugly. Also, no bracketless shelves.

Then I thought it must have been Target where I was what I wanted so I headed over there. (Please stop for a moment to consider that I am going to my third store for one errand. This is something that I never, ever do except possibly if I’m looking for a perfect gift for a person of huge importance in my life.)

I didn’t grab a cart at Target but headed off to the back 40 for a little looksee and again some flimsy sad looking stuff. All these stores are big on that white wire shelving stuff which I would LOVE if I was in college and only had $5 to organize my dorm room but at this point, not what I have in mind. They might have those collectible shelves but they didn’t have them in stock at this store.

What they did have was this storage cubicle thing that I thought would be handy on the floor of the closet. I could put some crap in the cubicles and the sturdy surface of the cubicle would be good for the sewing machine and heavier things. So I had to hike back to the front of the store to get a cart because it was a tad too heavy to carry. Well, I could have done it if I balanced it on my head but I couldn’t bear the thought of pimply-faced Target employees running over to “help” because I’m sure it’s some sort of liability nightmare even though women in countries all over the world don’t have giant red carts to carry their crap in and they just pile it on their heads and probably have much healthier necks so not to worry.

I wheeled my assembly-required cube to the register and was back home in no time Phillips screwdriver in hand.

I found a catalog for the container store and they have a shelving system that looks pretty good but costs about 200% more than what I saw at Lowe’s. Plus I would have to drive to hellandgone.

In sum, I have no shelves, no solution, and I decided I don’t like the cubicle thing so we might try it in Bob’s closet.

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Bob and Julian in Tent City

Bob and Julian in Tent City

This is Bob and his colleague, Julian, at Sasquatch last weekend. The weather was horrendous (by my standards, Bob said: you’re glad you’re not here) I said: sorry the weather is so bad. And Bob said: We’re having a GREAT time.

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Tetherball

Twelve Simple Questions to Reveal a Couple’s Ideal Sleeping Position

Find your own pose!

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Home Improvement Wrap-Up Part 2

Things I’ve learned about Home Improvement.

1. Joint Compound, which I call Magical Compound, is my friend.

I think Magical Compound might have changed my life. Making holes in the walls isn’t quite as scary because I can fix them. Even big holes. There was a major crater outside our bedroom door. Now: fixed! with Magical Compound. I have a few more dings in the bathroom and hallway I want to fix before I put the Magical Compound away. Having said that, I have to admit that I winced as I was re-hanging my pictures. Those pretty, smooth (relatively) walls. How can I put holes in them and cover them up?

2. Everything takes longer than you think it will.

I broke the job into what I thought were small manageable projects thinking I’d spend the morning doing the day’s project and in the afternoon I could do other things like work in the yard or make dinner. Instead, I worked the entire day and only accomplished half the project and spent the evening on the couch whimpering with a damp washcloth on my forehead.

Even putting everything back. I had expected to have the time to be all organized about it. Instead I was throwing everything in as fast as I could, thus creating a new project for next weekend: organizing. (Organization is what keeps me tethered to this world.)

3. Everything looks shitty before it dries.

If you’ve been following along, you know that I’ve shrieked at every point of the process because it was harder than I thought and didn’t look too great. But each step makes the step before it look better. Then you get all your stuff in the room and you don’t see the little bloops in the corners and your eyes aren’t drawn to the edges and it all looks great.

It’s like making pie crust. It’s all crumbly and falling apart and you have to patch it to get it in the pan and patch the top and it looks shitty. But then you bake it and it’s brown and smells good and tastes even better and it doesn’t matter. Yes. Pie crust is a metaphor for everything.

4. No matter what anyone says, wallpaper is a bitch to remove.

5. Your hair gets dirty.

6. Drywall is hard to cut.

7. Home Improvement gives you rich material for blogging.

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Home Improvement Project Wrap-Up Pt. 1

My Room: Before

My Room: After

I’m too tired for the full wrap-up. Today I hustled to get my stuff put back in my room.

I was amazed how all my books fit so easily on the shelves until I discovered a giant box of books stashed in a corner and then I couldn’t fit the books in to save my life. Doesn’t this violate some law of physics? I had hoped to approach the room re-stocking with more time and organization rather than shoving stuff everywhere that it will fit. But what can you do? I’ve learned that Home Improvement takes at least ten times as long as you expect. At least I finished this weekend.

In short: now that it’s over I am very pleased. I can see my biffs. When the sun hit the pitted wall I saw what a poor job I did of smoothing it. But, by the time I get all my pictures, etc. up, I don’t think it will look that bad.

I still have to purchase and install closet shelving (remember: where this project started) and I have a few other ideas as well so I’ll do more photos next weekend.

At least the weather was horrendous this weekend so while I was trapped inside, I didn’t feel so bad.

On the other hand, I was out in the yard this afternoon and saw clusters of giant weeds and items that needed dead-heading and I need to take the tomatoes out of the walls-of-water while I still can and get them into cages. So, still lots of work everywhere.

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The Project is Nearing Completion

I've Never Looked Sexier

Blue Room

I’m a little disappointed. Anywhere that a dark color and a light color meet pretty much looks like crap. I am pleased with the colors, however. I tried everything to make the seams look good: various painting applicators, tape, different barriers and even painstaking patience, often a combo of these. I’m hoping once I get all my stuff in the room, the bloopers won’t look so bad.

What does look great: my drywall patches. More photos to come.

Here’s my ceiling painting outfit. I didn’t have a cool bandana to wear over my hair and I pondered my baseball caps but I didn’t want to wreck any of them. At last, all I could think of was a shower cap so I used that. When I worked on the ceiling it felt like paint was getting in my eyes so I dragged out the goggles. The face mask was a strange crutch that helped keep paint off my face. I’m in clean up / exhausted sit on couch phase.

More tomorrow.

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