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Originally Posted by Joekerr
That guy in the pic looks like a dead ringer for a guy I used to live with back in the university days. So crazy. I know its not him, he's working in the States now, but still.
We used to call his car Tripod. Mostly because he forgot to tighten one of his wheels (actually, probably all of them) one time and lost a wheel completely when he exited the highway. Fortunately, the wheel just went into the ditch and was reasonably low speed that he was able to muscle the car off to the side of the road.
Both he and his dad were pretty mechanically inclined in spite of that, had to be with the car he drove (1980's BMW 318 ti I think). One time when I knew his dad was coming down to help him fix his car again, I snuck out and taped a large DNR (Do Not Resuscitate) sign onto his front windshield. His dad was less than impressed, so I felt a little bad about my actions.
He was a good guy though, real heart for others. Least he was until he lived with me for a while. My antics put him through the ringer, but it was still good times, and despite the crap we pulled we both still graduated and found good jobs so there's that.
So what's the ETA on the renos being done then - any ideas?
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Ha! You sure have an effect on people that's for sure.
All deadlines have been busted multiple times by now. Since most of the interior and exterior was meant to be done by me, and I have fallen to bits and pieces. Honestly, I thought I'd be done by now especially since the fil has retired and we work together really well.
My new guesstimate is Christmas. I can forget about hauling around stuff for a while now so I can forget about things like doing my bedroom (redoing floors, cieling) I can't finish the basement since concrete and tiles, no chance of redoing the stairs because a crowbar is not my pall atm.
This has been a complete fucking shit show. I'm used to working pretty much round the clock and now the max seems to be 12 hours and even then everything is done so slowly it's embarrassing.
Not sure how this will go tho, the last time I decided to take it easy, the next morning I blew up a fireplace with a sledge hammer. Now, finally the cramp is easing off and it's hard to picture not doing anything for let's say for two days. I'm so fucking bored I actually considered ironing curtains.