Moving Day

movingWell, it looks like the contract negotiations are coming to a close and an offer is on the table. We’re going into another wholesale move – meaning, everything we own is being boxed, moved, and unboxed. That’s okay. I think I have the system down by now. The good part is that the move is corporate sponsored, so all I have to do is babysit a bunch of sweaty men who smell like cigarettes and stale coffee. So, I said that we have the system down by now. What exactly does that mean? Here’s some advice for dealing with movers.

The number one thing that I’ve learned in being moved – which is by NO way anything like moving YOURSELF – is that you have to get to know your team. Think of it this way: These guys are going to be fondling EVERYTHING that you’ve owned, kept, considered valuable and treasured and nobody likes trusting intimate fondling to a stranger or, worse yet, an angry stranger. Treat them like houseguests. Invite them in and immediately ask them if they want a drink or some fresh, hot coffee. I always let them know that while they’re at my house, they are going to be fed. These guys live out of their trucks for most of the time they’re working and always appreciate a meal being handled for them. The other thing is that they don’t make a ton of money and they know that you’re paying a LOT more than they’ll ever see. As I’m sure all of us have experienced in our lives, that starts a worker out pissed off. If they feel like your guest and friend (you actually should TRY to genuinely be friendly, not just act it – they think that it patronizing, because it is). Obviously, cooking a 5-course, home-cooked meal isn’t really practical because, you know, they’re putting your shit in boxes, but it’s really easy to call in a pizza, run to the sandwich shop, or call in some Chinese food. Why would I feed these guys? I know, it’s disingenuous to give to people with your reciprocation in mind. You really have to do it for them, but there are a few things that you will probably get from them. First of all, you’ll probably be removing a burden from them. Yes, they bring their lunch sometimes, and after moving thousands of pounds of boxes, moving around, and being on their feet all day, that’s just “another thing” that has to be handled when they go home (back to the sterile hotel or back to the sleeper in the truck). Another benefit is that they will probably feel that they should take less time on break and more time working. I’ve never noticed guys taking long breaks when they’re happy. It helps if you eat with them. Hang out, it definitely won’t kill you. I’ve met some of the most pleasant people ever doing this, and at first sight, I would have taken them for a serial killer. People who “don’t look like you” are sometimes a little scary. NO, that wasn’t racist, I mean [for me] people who have tons of tattoos and have more hair than a gorilla – that type of “don’t look like you.”

Every time I’ve been moved, I feel like I’m just standing around. Believe me, they feel like that too. You’re in the way. You can do one of two things: do some work or stay out of their way. There’s a few things that are, for me, no brainers. The first one is to make sure that each packer has the drink that they need/want. Often, these guys are shy and will not tell you. Tell them that you’ll ask the other guys on the team if they don’t just tell you. Usually, they think that’s pretty clever, it gets a laugh, and then they tell you. Another thing to do is to make sure that garbage is getting collected and removed. If the movers are sloppy – they usually clean up after themselves at the end of the job – clean as they go. Usually, after a mover finishes up a room, I’ll go through and collect all of the empty tape rolls and pieces of paper and trash on the floors. Most movers will have a “garbage box” that they take off-site with them, so use that. You’ll have PLENTY of trash for the local garbage pickup to take. Don’t fill your bins with mover trash! If you see drink cans, cups, plates, anything, just trash it. When they go back to clean later, they’ll really appreciate the break. Remember though, stay out of their way. Don’t make them stop to let you work. Nobody wants that. Do it while they’re on break, fetching more empty boxes, smoking a cigarette, anything, but stay out of their way! I can’t emphasize that enough! When you’re not finding things to do, go have your mint julep. Let them know where you’ll be so they don’t have to “find you” when they need something or have a question, and stay available. That means not to get on a long, animated phone call with Aunt Tizzie. If they see you on the phone, they won’t bother you as easily. If you plan on being a social butterfly on the phone, then make sure you’re very clear with them that you are interruptible at ANY time and that they shouldn’t be shy. Make sure they know that their job is more important today than any of your things. They will appreciate the respect.

If you’re paying someone to move you, chances are that you’re doing better than they are, financially. Maybe not, but probably. Another thing about moving is that you start to realize that your life is buried in shit you don’t need or want anymore and that these things have just become invisible parts of your daily surroundings. If you’re going to give/throw stuff away, ask the movers if they want it or know anyone who may want it before you trash it or call your other well-to-do friends if they want it. Once when I was moving, I discovered a bunch of baby stuff in the attic above the garage. I really had forgotten that I had it at all. As they were bringing it down (another thing that they did for free because I was nice to them when they arrived), I noticed it. One of the guys had mentioned that his wife was pregnant for the first time and that they were due soon. This guy totally lit up when I offered him the stuff. He got a co-sleeper crib, 2 strollers, 2 brand new diaper bags, a ton of toys, and a giant pack-n-play with an umbrella attachment. It was easily $1000 of stuff. I thought about putting it in my truck and dropping it off at a second-hand store. I’m glad I talked to the guys when they arrived and had a coffee with them! Wow, the look on his face. I’ll never forget it. In another move, I had several pieces of furniture that I just didn’t want anymore. I asked the guys if they wanted it, but nobody could use it or get it back to where they were living. So, I put everything out on the curb for a couple of days. Some stuff went and some didn’t. At the end of the moveout, I had a GIANT pile of furniture on the curb and the local garbage company didn’t want to take it because the pieces were too big. Shit, I’m getting on a plane in 2 hours and can’t leave a cyclone at the curb. The movers were so relaxed and happy at the end, they said that they would load it on their truck and toss it in the dumpster at the main office. Seriously, being nice to these guys paid off in spades! I wasn’t what I was expecting from them, but sometimes, a little make-nice pays off.

One other thing that I started doing that worked out REALLY well was that they usually move the largest things last. And, if you live in a place where major appliances stay with the house, then you have even more reason to do this. I offer, rather, insist that they do their laundry while they’re working. If it’s a local move, most guys just go home at night, but if they’re traveling, it’s a real pain to have to take care of that stuff AFTER a long day at work. They threw everything in the washer and I dried it and folded it for them. They didn’t know what to say. They were so happy to not have to go to the laundromat. I mean, for me, it was nothing. I do laundry all day anyway.

I’ll cover a couple of questions you might have.
Doesn’t all of this stuff cost a lot of money? The last move that we did cost approximately $35k! I know that most people don’t have 5000+ square feet of house, but an average 3-bedroom, move with packing and no car carrier is about $4-5k. A standard pack crew is only 2-4 people. Chipotle for 4 people is under $50 – that’s on the high side for a meal and almost never provide 3 meals for the crew each day. So, it’s under, way under, $150 a day.
Do I still have to tip? If so, how much do I tip? As nice as it is to take care of your people, food isn’t cash. The food shows your crew that you like and respect them and that they’re welcomed into your home to fondle your valuables. And you do want it to be more of a “fondle” than a roughhousing. These people depend on the tip at the end of a job and you shouldn’t take into account that you “paid them partially in food” when it comes to the tip. The actual amount of the tip varies greatly and there is really no standard tip, but as far as I can see through pretty lazy research is that you tip anywhere between $20 per guy to 5% of the total move cost. I looked at that for my move and I couldn’t stomach upwards of $2k, so I gave $600 total tip. I know!!! It sounds like a LOT of money. I suggest that you budget that money at the beginning of the move. It really is part of the cost of the move. So, the protocol for tipping is that you tip each team member in private, in person. You do not tip the foreman and have him distribute it. I like that idea, because on the last move I did, two of the movers were outstanding and the other two were kind of sloppy and lazy. I gave $200 to the really good guys and I gave $100 to the lazier ones. Fortunately, the two really good ones were a team (they’ve been driving the same truck together for years) and were a little pissed about the other two guys, so I was able to tell them that they got more of a tip and to please not discuss it with the other guys so they didn’t feel shorted. I guess it was slimy, but I didn’t want butthurt, and I certainly felt that the better workers got a better tip. In most of my moves, I had to tip on both sides because the trailer was driven half way to its destination and handed off to another driver to take it to the final destination. It’s pretty standard in long-distance moves.
Do I have to tip the delivery/unload/unpack team? Yes, definitely. The only difference is that I tip them less as they do much less work. I still feed them and take care of them as house guests. In several of my moves, the unpack wasn’t included in the cost, but because I treated the team so nicely, they spent their spare time at the end of the gig unpacking boxes. Trust me, when you have 4 guys unpacking who have NO emotional attachment to the stuff that’s in the boxes, they go really fast. Besides, they take the paper and empty boxes with them. I could write a freaking book on the empty box and paper issue! I’m not getting into it here.
Which, is where I leave this diatribe of my thoughts: what do I get from all of this? After all, you’re paying these guys and people should do their jobs and STFU, right? Sort of, I mean, they’re hired to do a job, period. On the other hand, everyone wants to feel special. I know they get paid, but their pay doesn’t make them special, you do. I guarantee that people who feel like they’re helping a friend are much more likely to do you favors, take extra care with their work, get along with each other, and do a generally better job in every way. Most of the time, the crews will arrive early because they have bagels, coffee, and donuts waiting for them. Yes, I tell them at the end of the first day that breakfast is at “x” and what will they want.

 

Three (or four) Blind Mice

Mystery solved.  That doesn’t make much of a post, though, does it?  On Monday this week, I took a deep breath and dove into (climbed up to) the eaves of our third-floor deck.  Since before we moved in, there has been a suspicious hole in the corner of the eaves.  It’s been getting larger and larger over the course of the year.  There were many reasons for putting this task off and the main one being that I didn’t have a ladder that would reach that high anymore.  I had an aluminium ladder when I was living in Texas, but I hated it!  It had several sharp edges wich would invariably hack one of my knees as I was climbing it – no matter how careful I was being.  This was ugly.  Have you ever gotten a small scratch on your skin while you were sweating profusely?  It looks like a horror show – blood all the way down my leg and onto my sock.  Looks like real serious hack-age.  The other thing was that it was really rickety.  I’m not sure how the ladders are rated, but I got one that maxes out at 225 lb.  So, at 215-220 pounds, plus tools, plus steel-tipped shoes (you’d be surprised how heavy they are if you’ve never worn them), plus any parts and supplies I might be bringing with me, I’d say that ladder was over-burdened.  Now, at 28′ up in the air, I’m not thinking I’ll like the sudden trip down if I really push the engineering of that ladder, huh?

I donated it to the Montessori school that the kids were going to in Texas before we moved.  They needed a ladder and they guy that they had doing maintenance there at the time didn’t have a ladder and he only weighed (tops) 150 lb.  What about the sharp edges?  Well, I think I’m the only idiot that does construction-type work wearing shorts.  Who says that ladder is idiot proof?  They loved having a way to get up to the roof to check filters and belts during the year, and it saved them from having to rent one every time they hired this guy to help out.

I wanted to get a new ladder ever since I’ve been in Chicago, but really thought it would be a good idea to get one that was made of fiberglass.  Our new house is in an older, well established neighborhood that has “real” power lines everywhere.  I like the idea of being insulated from the main coming into the building.  I’ve been working too long with high (much higher than household) voltage to get my ass smacked by 150 amps of 220 because I was too cheap to buy the better ladder. Fiberglass is a bit heavier and about 30% more expensive than the aluminium ones.

Having said all of that, I still needed a new ladder.  I’ve been carefully watching Craigslist for the past few weeks and, finally, I found a deal!  $150 for a 28-footer was something to take another look at.  I drove for about an hour to get to a little town called Morton Grove, maybe to look at it.  Bingo!  I found a perfect ladder for me.  I saved a good $200 by getting it used.  This was all last Sunday; Monday morning there was no excuse but to get up on it and move the project along.  And back to the beginning: deep breath and start tearing into it.

So I start by getting up close to the holes in the fascia boards.  I’ve never seen this kind of “wear” on wood like this.  It wasn’t birds or squirrels or bugs.  I did have a sense that it was mice only because a few months after I we moved into the house, I noticed some “mice poop” in a small area around the AC blower unit in the storage spaces on the third floor.  I set a few “humane” traps and got all three of them (might have been 4 – I forget) within 24 hours.  I put humane inside of quotes because of the scene that I saw when I retrieved the trap.  Let’s go on a little sidebar trip…

So, I go to the hardware store to get traps for the mice.  Look, I don’t think I’m a bad guy.  I know how the “snappy” traps work and thought that they would work fine if I could guarantee a good neck snap every time.  You and I both know that this is not always how they work and the same it true with most “kill-type” traps.  The glue ones are especially sick, so that was off the table.  Anyway, I find this neat-o humane trap that will host “up to 4 mice.”  So that’s what it says on the package and, quite honestly, that’s what it will do – with a caveat.  I was looking for the ability to get rid of the mice and not have to endure the smell of death inside my walls because I poisoned them and hoped that they would just go away.  I also didn’t want to think that I tortured these creatures either.  That seems a bit unfair; after all, they aren’t in my house looking to kill me in my sleep and if I had a wolf hiding in my attic, I would go for the kill or maim thing.  We were not quite there yet.  So, being pleased with my find, I purchased Qty. 1 of the happy-rat-be-gone trap and was having good thoughts of driving them out to the beautiful lakefront park and releasing them to have a peaceful, happy, and profitable life.  [imagine the basketball end-of-quarter clock sounding here]  I got home and put my hunk of smelly peanut butter in the “put bait here” section of the trap.  I walked my happy ass up to the third floor and put the trap right where I thought they would be using as a walkway (Do mice stop to poop?  I don’t think so because they leave a trail of poop everywhere.  Maybe their buttholes have no sphincter muscle and they just “pop” when the body’s done with the food – I dunno, but I know that I don’t think I can poop while I’m walking.).  There was an unmistakable trail that I could put the trap near and that’s what I did.

Now, this trap works on the “door locks from one side” principle.  The mouse smells the bait and starts to walk down a nice hallway.  The little mousie comes to a door and says, “Hmm, smells like the food is just past this door.”  The little mousie pushes on the door (no doorbell or knocker) and it opens right away.  It’s just like Goldilocks, “nobody’s home and, mmm, the porridge smells just divine!”  Well, what the mousie doesn’t know is the door is weighted to close behind him…”okay, they don’t like the kids to leave the doors open because nobody likes flies in the house.  I’ll deal with that later.”  Mousie runs down the hallway and into the dining room.  “Aah, there it is!  Wow, that’s a suspiciously large morsel of peanut butter, but damn that thing looks good.”  This brings up another aside:  mice probably don’t have a word for (or a good translation for): “Oh Shit! Run for Your Lives!!!”  and the other part of that is they seem to be very tenacious and overly resourceful, which brings me to the ugly conclusion…they obviously travel in packs and don’t talk much.  Mouse number 2, 3, and, perhaps 4 (don’t remember) follow closely behind.  Now, I’m not sure what exactly happened, but within about 8 hours of setting the trap and setting it, I found 3 (or 4) dead mice; they weren’t just dead, though.  There was lots of blood everywhere and a couple had been partially eaten.  The trap was not humane!  It was the house of TERROR!  So how do you get rid of this mess?  Dude, it was nasty in a wholesale way.  With 2 Target bags and 1 Ziplock bag in the cans in the garage, I retreated to my humble home-now-terrorist-headquarters, to ponder what I would have seen if one of the mice had been carrying an iPhone 4.  Damn, fresh dead mice smell nasty!

As I was saying before, I had never seen that kind of wear or deterioration of boards before, but it stopped getting bigger after that massacre I just described.  There was not much rot, but I thought if another critter had that same idea, he’d at least have to endure some serious GI issues because my plan was to replace it with extruded PVC.  Next step was to measure everything up, sort out the cut list and go to the hardware store.  Everything went well, except that I started seeing some huge carpenter ants once in a while when I was doing the demolition.  There weren’t coming from what I was working on, but they had to have been coming from someplace close.  Just above the eaves was,  well, flashing and above that a decorative deck fence.  The deck is accessible from the third floor, but there’s no door, it’s just a window access.  Anyway, the fence was looking ragged and was on my to-do list.  I needed to partially dismantle that fence to move the flashing enough to take the boards away, so I figured that this was the time to get a closer look at the fence.  It was the source of the carpenter ants alright!  I almost threw the hammer that I was using to knock the fence apart into the street at one point, as the wood was so wet and soft that it was like whacking a sheet of paper with the hammer.  Sometimes I wonder who the hell puts these things together; the wood was cheap, the cross cuts were not primed and there was no sealant on any of the joints.  To make things worse, the posts were “boxes” and not solid wood, well it wasn’t solid wood in any way anymore.  My neighbor said that the fence on the roof deck wasn’t more than 5 years old.  Crap.  I have to re-do the whole thing.  The good thing about this was that it was an ugly, flubby fence and didn’t fit the scale of the house, so I get the chance to make it again, and make it right.

On Thursday, I completed the repair of the fascia because they were predicting rain and I wanted to get it buttoned up.  The PVC looks like a million bucks and it all went in without a hitch.  I cleaned up the flashing and re-sealed all of the old nail holes from the fence that I removed and we’re ready for paint.  I’ll keep you posted on the fence.  I think I want to go with a short fence, but taller than the  old one – so about 3′ tall and 4×4 posts instead of 10×10.  The tops of the posts will be finished off with copper caps. It’ll look da bomb!  One major difference: the ends of the boards will be sealed.  Always remember that if you want it done right, you have to do it yourself or watch those you hire like a hawk until you get that they know how to do stuff to last.  I’ll keep you posted.

Well, Now I Have to Fix it…

I finally started replacing the tools that were lost/destroyed during our move (over a year ago).  Found a ladder that a guy was trying to get rid of for $150 – Great deal for a 28 footer (fiberglass).  Then I just sucked it up and got a portable table saw to replace the one that got bent in the move.  Expensive little buggers, but this thing is niiiiiice!  All I needed it to do is be removable from the basement and to be able to take a dado blade.  This one fit the bill!

Now that I have the tools, I need to start moving on some of the outdoor repairs.  Somebody is eating the eaves on my upper deck porch.  I got up there for a closer look today and found, well, nothing that tells me who has been eating my eaves…but did find significant “chewage” on the wood.  So, up to the deck on the 3rd floor to start taking things apart.  The entire rail system on the deck is rotting.  Not so bad because I hated the railing up there anyway and that’s a good excuse to re-design it and do it over.  It’ll look KILLER when I’m done.  Anyway, have to remove the railing to loosen the flashing to get to the eaves.  It’s all coming out and I’m replacing it with extruded PVC – yeah, eat that, bitch!  If someone has the balls to eat through that, I might think about moving.  Once that’s back in place, I will re-do the rails.  Extruded PVC for the base and posts and wood for the balance.  The whole thing was rotting at the joints and the base.  It didn’t appear that it was primed or painted at the cross cuts.  I guess if you’re doing the work for someone else, they’ll never know the difference.  I’ll be here a while.  I don’t want my wife to ask me in 10 years why my shit is falling apart…she’ll think I’m “one of them.”  As an aside, I did find plenty of carpenter ants in the railings above the holes in the eaves, but there was no moisture on the eaves.  I understand that the carpenter ants like wet wood, but do they eat the dry stuff too?  Could this be all ant damage?  I don’t really see any evidence of there being ants in those holes…Whatever, I’ll find out when I take the eaves apart.  Maybe I should take photos and post the progress…

These are not the Droids You’re Looking for

Move on!  It works on a weak mind.

I dunno.  Just kept playing this over and over in my head today and it kept me plenty happy.

Maybe I should start a handyman business for real.  I just fixed my neighbor’s oven today and saved her like $400 bucks.  I took out about 20 screws and pushed a reset button.  That and I went on the manufacturer’s website, which took 5 more minutes.  The repair guy quoted a minimum of $350.  I realized at my last job that appliances – no matter how big they are – aren’t rockets and they all have toll-free numbers stamped on them so you can call the manufacturer.  Oh yeah, they also have wiring diagrams.  With that and an electrical probe, you can pretty much fix anything.  Once you get to a part that doesn’t do what the schematics say, you call Sears Parts Central and order “that.”  Oops, I just gave away the secret to appliance repair.  Shit.  Anyway, my neighbor’s son and Ben played while I fixed – beats the heck out of watching kids for a morning.

Totally different subject: Have you ever gotten one of those cracks in your skin right at the end of the edge of your nail?  Ouch!  I get one on my thumb every winter and man, does it hurt.  Walgreen’s has a paint that you put on it; I picked some up today.  Now it hurts and looks all peely…so now I have a numb finger and a stingy finger.  I feel like Sol, “I’ll need my shoes and glasses, so I have them.”

This is not the blog you’re looking for…

I’m going to watch Mythbusters reruns!

I Can’t Feel My Fingertip (still)

Saturday was a day of completing a few home projects.  Sort of like a little surge in tying up the loose ends.  It started with spray painting the radiator covers in the house.  I painted some of them this winter using latex trim paint.  The paint adhered really well, but they just didn’t have that sprayed-on look to them.  I used the Flotrol stuff and the same thing from Benjamin Moore, but there’s no real way to get that look without the spray and the oil based paint.  Sorry environment, but your inhabitants haven’t figured out how to make low VOC paints that really pop.  Anyway, I took the last 5 covers and put them out on a tarp on the patio and went to town with the Rustoleum Professional spray paint.  They look amazing, but after three cans of paint, I can no longer feel the tip of my right-hand index finger and my muscles in the inside of my forearm feel a bit iffy still.  I know, they make a trigger that fits on the cans, but by the time I went to the hardware store and back for something I’ll only used once, I’d already be done and drinkin’ a beer.  Except for the beer part, it was pretty true.  It’s done!  It was a beautiful day and they dried really fast – no drips; 2 coats.

Since it was so nice outside, I also decided to assemble a nice little slat bench that we got a few months ago to replace an old glider bench that we’ve been moving around the country for the last 8 years.  Now we have this pretty little iron and wood slat bench sitting on the lawn amongst the lovely spring flowers blooming.  Shayna took the kids to the pottery store to play so that I could get some of this stuff done.  I always like when they go to the pottery store because Ela LOVES to make bowls for me.  Just like clockwork, as soon as I get the two tasks completed, they were home.  After a refreshing lunch, we headed to Lowes to get some flowers for the front porch.  The kids had a blast getting the pots ready (dirt + tools + kids = can’t miss fun).  We got the old, dead stuff out and fluffed up the dirt, added fertilizer and transferred the plants.  After mowing the lawn, I was ready for a nice movie with the family.  I’m really happy with how the garden is turning out this year so far.  I need to get a friend who knows about flowers and stuff to identify exactly what the heck is growing in my yard.  The previous owners were great gardeners, but terrible landscapers.  The trees were overgrown, untrimmed and marginally healthy.  The grass is tired and old (overseeding this fall).  And the hedges were untamed and either over thick or just skank and leggy.  I have my work cut out for me for the next few years.  It’ll take some planning.

I enjoy our movie nights (Friday and Saturday) with the family.  We eat fun stuff like Chinese food, burgers, or pizza and watch a movie…nothing serious, though.  I hate serious movies!  If I want to be depressed, I can watch CNN online…it’s free and I’m not paying to be disappointed with the world.  Since we’ve seen all of the movies in our library about 500 times and have seen every movie that the library has and everything that’s been on PPV, I like to sew while watching movies.

About a month and a half ago, I had the brilliant idea to get a sewing machine.  I had been threatening for several years, but really didn’t want to spend the money on one.  It wasn’t clear whether I would be any good at it or if I would even like it.  My mother taught me to sew as a child, but I really don’t remember much other than how to work the machine properly.  So, I had a revelation to go onto our local Freecycle group on Yahoo! and ask for one.  Within minutes, there were two viable offers.  I contacted the first offer-er and crammed the family in the car to go check it out.  Turns out that this woman got the machine from a neighbor that was going to get rid of it because she was getting old, couldn’t see well enough to sew anymore and was having trouble with her arthritis.  The lady told me that she just hated to see it thrown away, so she took it and held onto it for like 5 years.  This thing is a MONSTER (good kind of monster, not the bad kind)!  It came in a cabinet and the drawers were filled with everything I would need to get going: probably 50 spools of  thread; scissors; presserfeet; tools to repair and adjust it; spare needles.  I took photos of it (it weighs a ton – okay 60+ pounds) and showed them to a local repair guy.  He told me that I should never part with this machine.  It is nearly commercial quality and it will probably never wear out.  I took it, rewired the thing, and took off running.  I’m repair crazy!!!!  And I made Ela a skirt.  Have you ever noticed that a sewing pattern marked “beginner” still assumes that you know ALL of the nomenclature associated with sewing?  I’ll tell you, there’s lots of words…there was also the purchase of “Sewing for Dummies” shortly thereafter.  Next on the creativity docket is matching skirts and tops for Mommy and Ela.  I’m sure that they [Mommy] will wear the skirt to be polite;  Ela would wear it proudly if it looked like I took it off a mangled corpse.  She’s still at the age where she thinks I’m a God.  So am I – I mean that I think I’m a God!  Probably should start working on my own version of the bible too – what the heck!

I Got a Very Exciting Toy Today!

When we moved to the Chicago area, the movers were nice enough to bend the table on my table saw. Yeah, that’s right, the bent a solid cast iron table. How the f**k do you do that? This was a professional table saw, not the Wal-Mart special. I had the moving company’s insurance adjuster come and verify that it was toasted; they gave me a fair amount to replace it. It was a good thing. I have a much smaller shop here then I did in Houston, so it was nearly impossible for me to use my existing table saw where it was in the basement. The adjuster gave me a fair amount and took the bent saw for parts. I’ve been shopping for the right replacement since then. I found the one I wanted and got it shipped for free through Amazon. It’s a Bosch contractor’s table saw with a gravity-lift portable base. It folds flat(ish) and has pneumatic (air-filled rubber) wheels that will go just about anywhere. I can move it to the driveway when I need it and it does everything that the shop models will do – including take zero clearance inserts and dado blades. Now I can use the table saw.

I have several pressing household repairs to start on in the next few weeks. I have a critter eating the soffit on my 3rd floor; the 3rd floor porch is totally rotting; and the fake porch over my front door is rotted as well. Fortunately, I got a lathe for my birthday 2 years ago because there are finials on the fake porch that will be impossible to source, but I can make them from scratch on the lathe and no one will be the wiser.

Next big purchase is a 28′ ladder. Need something that will get me to the eaves at the top of the house. I need to make sure I get a fiberglass ladder because I have power lines all over the place. I’d like to not fry my ass because I was too cheap to go with fiberglass. BZZZZZZZZZZT! Hey, what’s that smell – ayeeeee!