Well, swampy, that’s why you make the big bucks… still sucks, tho.
I was just looking at my bank activities on line. Since it’s the first of the month, we were credited with interest based on our average balance for the last month. In checking, it was a whopping 28¢!! Hardly worth the electrons it took to calculate and post it! Granted, you don’t have a checking account for the interest payments.
I was just commenting to my spousal unit about how savings accounts used to pay 4-5-6% interest once upon a time. Of course, auto loans and mortgages were a lot more expensive back then, but it’s still kinda sad to see a bank bragging that their savings pays .95%!! :rolleyes: Then again, I think my credit union pays .6% on savings.
The drilling goes on. One of the guys came to the door to ask where they could pump the residual mud. I told him to go behind and beyond our white shed - I don’t think there’s anything back there that some drilling mud would mess up, and I figure after a few rain storms, it’ll pretty much blend in with the rest of the dirt in the yard.
If I wasn’t such a wuss about heights, I could probably get some good pics from the roof. Ain’t gonna happen. And really, this whole process is pretty boring - at least what I’ve watched. Everything is happening underground…
BBBobbio, while these are 3 very nice guys, I’m not in the least interested in their asses. But I figure they’ll be here at least a couple more hours, if you want to come over and ask…
We are getting money back from the Feds and the State despite how the divorce judge tried to screw up my tax situation. She has a lawsuit of her own now.
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Now that I’ve posted that, I gotta get outta here and go deliver bad news. I hate to do that. However, that’s a part of irk I reckon.
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Well, at least it’s not another webinar.
It’s looking to be a long boring day - we’ve gotten ourselves completely caught up to the point that I’m waiting for requests to come in and doing them immediately, rather than the norm which is they come in and languish in a queue for two business days.
So I came up with an idea for something that would end my need to find bookcases. I could build a set on one wall (it just has to be able to come down easily). But I’d like to do it myself (I’m getting sick of having my dad do everything). Unfortunately, I’ve never built anything that didn’t come in a kit. And I’d have to borrow my dad’s tools which means he’d try to take over and would do the entire thing when I wasn’t looking.
But it’s just bookshelves, with some drawers on the bottom probably, and doors so it doesn’t get all dusty. I should be able to that myself, right?
Shelves like theseare super easy to put up - you just need a level, a screw driver, and you need to know how to find the studs in the walls. They’re versatile and easy to take down - if you do it right, all that’s left are a few easy-to-fill holes.
We’ve used them in closet and in our pantry, and I have them in my studio for finished pottery and for supplies.
Scandals? More like odd habits. We are/were about one of the most mellow families in our part of the mountains. Never any great fights with other clans or folks too much. Grandpap had this one little problem with some Amish but he never could bring himself to really fight folks who don’t fight back. So it blew my mind a little to find out how many wars here and there we ended up in.
See, our habit was to come to this country as young men, work hard for 20 or so years, go back to the Old Country, buy a potato farm and a wife, and raise the next generation to do the same. We didn’t actually stay here full time until after the failure of the White Revolution against the Reds.
I have ancestors in
The Pennamite Wars between Connecticut and Pennsylvania
At least one who served with the French in North America at the request of Czarina Anna and then later Ekitrina II
One who was in the fur trade around Kodiak Island when “we” still owned all that.
One who was in the Black Boys Rebellion in the 1760s
Several in the American Revolution
At least one and maybe 3 in the War with Mexico
Several in the War of Northern Aggression – which gives you some idea which side the majority took
come WW I Grampap enlisted in Canada so he could get in the fight early
come WW II Dad enlisted in the Chinese Air Force mostly to get out of the Wyoming Valley and the mines. In WW II by the end we had cousins fighting for 6 different countries and sometimes facing each other in combat.
Don’t understand it and maybe never will but while we never started any trouble, we did seem to find a lot of it in our travels.
Noooo… I’m not doing the poor college student chic. I need something that will keep all my collectibles from getting dusty. I’ve hung bookshelves before, but this will be a something like this but with some sort of door. And smaller (about the length of my bed).
Like others upthread, my grandmother had a wild daughter who got pregnant at 18 by a married man, and didn’t want to deal with a child, so the grandmother adopted her. Unlike others, I always knew my sister was my biological mother. The married man divorced his wife and married my sister, having two other kids before my sister got pregnant by a Navy sailor while dad was on Coast Guard patrol. He divorced her. Fast forward thirty years. I hadn’t seen dad since I was 2, but suddenly, he shows up again and marries sister again. That lasted about a year. He died about three years ago, and when we showed up at the funeral, we found out that he had been married at least 9 times!! There were dozens of half-brothers and sisters running around comparing notes, and there were rumors of marriages to Vietnamese women and Amish women that we had no documentation for. Not your normal funeral, by far.
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Have you done cabinetry before? It’s a rather large leap from assembling stuff from Ikea or hanging the adjustable strips and brackets kind of shelves that **Mom **referenced, to building large boxes with internal shelves, drawers and doors that look good.
Otherwise, what you’ve linked to is fairly ingenious in its use of kitchen wall cabinets as the bases, but there’s still going to be a lot of work to drill the holes in the plywood uprights and have them come out evenly. (Happily, there are jigs for exactly this purpose.) But, there won’t be any drawers in kitchen wall cabinets, and they’re going to be fairly expensive. The Billy bookcases from Ikea have a variety of options for doors, and they’re not brutally expensive or difficult.
The drilling is done, the PVC liner is going in. **FCD **came home early because he wanted to see what was going on - he’s napping now.
It’s gotten warm, so the house is open - in another day or two, I fear we’ll have to turn the a/c on - we’re threatened with upper 80s later this week. Weird weather, for sure.
My mom got pregnant with my half-sister when she was barely seventeen, and had to get married. She was still seventeen when my sister was born in 1950, but then got divorced. Mom married my Dad when my sister was about six.
I just did the math about 2 or 3 years ago, when I realized that she probably got married after she conceived. (Both Mom and sister passed away over 20 years ago, by different causes.)
My sister came out in the early seventies, and my parents disowned her. They finally got over themselves, and I got to know her when we were both adults.
I suppose I’m the scandalous one in my family. I’ve been married 4 times :eek:, was a teenage runaway, had drug problems, etc. I straightened out pretty well! But my Dad’s side of the family have all been pretty “normal” - except for the one gay cousin. (He’s the one I went to west Texas for last fall, when he died from liver cancer.) Of course, my use of “normal” is in a sarcastic way!
We have a lot of drunks, too, especially on my Mom’s side. I had an uncle who was a drifter and a carney guy! Uncle Cecil, as a matter of fact! No, not that one.
Oh - and my mom was the youngest of 12 kids, and the youngest three (including Cecil) ended up living in an orphanage when some do-gooder took them away from my grandparents (who I never met) in the 30’s.
I’ve done Billy cabinets. I’m pretty sure they’re too tall for the space. (It’s awkward). And the doors I’ve seen either have huge gaps to let in dust or cover too much space in the middle, or both.
I’m thinking the drawers are going to be a separate piece on the bottom and I’ll install adjustable shelf rails inside instead of drilling all the holes separately. It’s kind of theoretical at the moment. I’ve got plenty of other projects first.
The problems with my dad doing it are that he doesn’t bother to sand, so all the surfaces are rough-ish, that general aesthetics are not important to him, and waiting on him. And to be perfectly honest, I want to learn this stuff, but he doesn’t give me much of a chance to. (I help the first day - some - and then he does the rest while I’m not around).
Howdy Y’all! I was the evil bearer of bad news which she did already know because she had received a letter from the national office. So we talked about her options to appeal should she wish. Le sigh. Then I decided to irk from home the rest of the day. Still at it but takin’ a break for a bit.
It is so hawt outside!!! I know it’s gonna get a lot hotter but geez, even for here, this is a bit much for this time of year. Thus, I have made the executive decision that dindin shall be BLTs with oven baked fries.
Wow limey! Sounds like an interestin’ funeral indeed.
OK, round one of pics. The dark ones were taken before 7 this morning - it was dreary and overcast - sorry. The guys who come tomorrow will dug a trench from the wellhead to the corner of the house, install the pump and pipes, and get us up and running. They’re also supposed to abandon the old well and neaten up the landscape. I’m not expecting a lot of neatening…
And really, this whole process is pretty boring - at least what I’ve watched. Everything is happening underground…
They finally got over themselves, and I got to know her when we were both adults.
