When there is a job to do sometimes all you can do it suck it up and make it happen. At the future home of the Little Brick House there was grease to be removed. I've discussed that previously - nasty. I seriously doubt anybody ever wiped down a wall. Thick nasty grease. Well, I didn't think we could find anything worse than the grease dripping from the ceiling, not just dripping from the ceiling but streaming from it. Well, I was mistaken. As noted a couple days ago we were sanding down the floor to refinish it. It has turned out rather well. I am in the process of going around the floor with a hand sander and hitting all of the close up spots that the sander couldn't reach. It is a bit of a chore.
What's so gross about sanding right? Well, baseboards had been removed previously and I am hitting edges with the hand sander that happens to be sanding just below the drywall. There are thick chunks of food flying out of the wall. I don't know how that happens - does flour and oil somehow mix under or behind the baseboard and create this greasy cake like substance? It was simply gross. Nothing quite like a good lard cake freshly scraped off the wall. Mmmmm delicious.
Had a little Activity Day Girls activity at my house this afternoon. Sara asked if I would put on a project with the girls and have them build something. I settled on doing boxes and had a sample already that we would use as a pattern. It went well. I have 3 assembled boxes in the garage waiting for next week when we will do some sanding and apply the first coat of paint. I may need to figure out a rapid dry system because we will need to get our color coat on as well. They will return a third time to finish the project and I was not thinking about the poly coat earlier today. I may have to do a little helping this week so that we can finish on time. Hmmm. I had Natty here along with Mack and then Ashley Jenkins. They seem to have had a good time and that is what matters. I don't know that any had previously used a power sander and mitre saw. I think the power of the saw made them a little nervous but they all did fine and no one lost a finger. I went ahead and took care of the nail gun. I just saw that going wrong and I have already been shot in the finger once by a nail gun soooo...
Right, the shooting came from a guy named Jim. I was working new construction plumbing in Vegas back in 97. We were running gas pipe and needed to nail a 2X4 up for support. He had the nail gun, I held the wood in place. He missed the wood and shot me in the right index finger if memory serves. It was direct so it didn't stick in the bone or anything but it does remind of the time growing up when the old man came up stairs from the basement on Glider Lane with a nail going through his finger. He played it pretty well and Jim (brother Jim not Jim from the previous story) just about lost it. Major panic. Anyway it was a fake nail that clipped over the finger. Oh what a moment of trickery. This was back in the days when I had to lock myself in the bathroom when Jim was babysitting for protective purposes so I found a bit of personal delight in the terror he experienced that day.
Well, if any are hungry and want to try an aged grease cake I am sure we can scrounge one up for you. Most of it is sitting in a garbage can with a bit of saw dust all about it but that just adds a little flare to it, nay, a little fiber. You know we all could use a little more fiber in our diets.
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