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Tuesday, November 07, 2006
Dude. Home improvement projects are for the birds. Actually, they are for the young and strong, and not for the fat and middle-aged with bad backs. And yet, I soldiered on. I have replaced all of the subfloor in my kitchen today. In the next few, I will finish smoothing out the rough spots, and by Sunday I will have a brand-new laminate floor. If I live. If my back will take it. If my knee doesn't fall completely apart. As it is, I sit here now hooked up to a muscle stimulator, one of those things that shoots a current through your muscles and causes them to tingle. Aaaahhh. This is only a temporary measure, until I can get into the pain clinic on Monday, where I will have the first of my three epidurals, scheduled for the next three weeks. And now, knowing all this, I have decided to tackle flooring. Maybe I should have one of these things shooting electric current through my head. I waited yesterday for a long time in the afternoon for my building materials to arrive. I ordered them from my store. Yes, my store was late bringing my building materials to my house. I could be wrong here, but if I were the guys at the store, I'd make sure that the order going to the guy who could fire me was at least sort of on time. Maybe they need one of these things shooting electric current through their heads. Not only was it late, but--I just happened to be in the store, before the driver left with the order. He didn't have all of it. He didn't have half of it. He thought that what he had was all there was to deliver. He was wrong. It was all there, I know, I do the inventory on it. I oversee the men and women who oversee the departments. I asked him to check for the other items, and then I ran some electric current through his head. Maybe that's why he was so late. Actually, it's not so much that he was late, as it was that I knew what time he left and what he had to do before he got to mine. There again, I think that if I knew that the guy I worked for had an approximation on my whereabouts and an expectation of my anticipated route and activities, I'd probably want to be johnny-on-the-spot, if at all possible. I'm not saying that I deserve special treatment, far from it. That would be wrong. However, I do think that knowing this was the boss' order, I'd try to make the trains run on time. So, I got it here to the site. And then I looked around, and noticed that there were no young, strong men anywhere around to carry all this stuff to the deck. I called out for them, just to make sure. The delivery driver, by the way, was long gone, and had shown no interest in how I was going to get a large pile of lumber from the driveway to the back deck, where I could work. So I carried it. I carried it for a long, long time. I made many trips. When I got done, I put a tarp over my new wood, since the forecast was for a deluge. Next installment: How to use a power saw in the pouring rain. Hint: It involved electric current.
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