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A burning question ATM..
Where to put the Rancor beast? I think the guy at Home Depot should be the first meal for the critter for selling you everything but the most important part of the Hole Saw. ![]() I'd loan you mine but there's a bit of distance between us. ![]() You'll soon need a bigger tool box.
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Dude... building a proper dungeon takes time. And it'll probably be at least a couple months before I get permission from the condo association to start digging down from that closet under the stairs.
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That would depend on the saturation level of the honey pit.
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I spent a significant portion of my early childhood in the basement and/or garage and/or mechanic's pit with him. Did I mention he had a mechanic's pit? Yeah, he built a second detached garage at our old house and dug a mechanic's pit in the floor so he could work on the cars without having to crawl under them. Oh, did I mention he and Mom also built the old house themselves? They hired in contractors or rented machinery sometimes for the really big jobs, but anything they could do themselves, they did. That was before I was born though.
Dad was also a licensed electrician, although it wasn't his full-time job - he did side jobs for people but mostly it was just something he enjoyed knowing how to do. After WWII he used the GI Bill to pay for the training. Of course he didn't buy any tool cabinets, he just made them all himself. ![]() If he were alive now and younger he'd probably be taking computers apart and putting them back together again. The Tinkerer's Gene: I came by it honestly. ![]() Quote:
![]() But enough jibber jabber: I have dire news, friends. Today the thing I had come to fear the most finally came to pass. Yes, today was the day I finally locked myself out of the condo. ![]() I was getting ready to leave and had locked everything up when I decided to break down and bundle up all the trash and boxes from all the stuff I've been putting together, and put it in the back of the car and toss it in the dumpster here at the apt building when I got back. Trash doesn't go until Wednesday at the condo and I wanted to get it out of there so I figured, why not. Anyway I went out into the garage to open the trunk and you know those door locks that will open from the inside even if they are locked from the outside? Yeah, turns out the door from the condo into the garage is one of those. It's also a big heavy door that is designed to shut by itself when you go in and out. You can guess the rest. ![]() And I've been so careful, never ever going out of the place without making sure I had the keys in my pocket. But I must've laid them on the counter after deciding to gather up the boxes and other Ikea detritus. And I've been telling myself that I should get a copy of that door key made and hide it somewhere in the garage, just in case. But of course I haven't done that yet. Anyway - there I am in the garage, locked out of the condo, in a t-shirt and jeans and ratty old slippers and no socks, with all my keys - including those to the car and apartment and office -and my purse and my phone in the condo where they are doing me no good whatsoever. AND IT'S RAINING. So I went around to the neighbor's front door as I've said "hey" to them outside a few times so I know they'll recognize me. They're not home. Next condo, no doorbell and no lights on. Next condo, lights are on and I can see a TV playing through the front window. Yay! Now here's the good part of this catastrophe - the neighbor there turned out to be the sweetest little lady, who heard my tale of woe and welcomed me in with open arms, gave me her phone and the Yellow Pages, and then insisted that I come in and get warm and dry. She got me a drink. She offered me Nutty Bars. And we had a lovely little chat while I waited for the emergency locksmith to show up. She also told me a little about the other neighbors in our row, all of whom she says are lovely people who have helped each other out on many occasions. She said she'd seen me carrying stuff in and wanted to come up and say "hi" but she could see I was always busy when I was there and she didn't want to intrude when I was trying to get settled. Then when the locksmith called back to say he was waiting outside my condo she showed me out through her garage so I wouldn't have so far to walk in the rain, gave me a hug and a kiss on the cheek and told me that she used to serve on the board of the HOA and to let her know if I had any problems. What a thoroughly wonderful person! Anyhoo in due time the locksmith got the door opened and got paid and left me his name and number in case I need any more locksmithing done and I got back in and dried off a bit and finished up what I was doing and came on home. But what could have been a nightmare (and was, for about ten minutes) turned into an unexpected and enjoyable encounter and I got to know one of my neighbors. Oh, and I also put the two bookshelves together: ![]() ![]() I laid them back down on their sides (and haven't put the shelves in, obviously) to keep them out of the way until I can decide exactly where they're going to go, since I'll probably anchor them to the wall once they're in place and I only want to do that once. Also need to clean up the wall and baseboards a bit before I put anything there. Plus the guy switching on my internet may need access to the phone jack along that wall and I don't want to stand them up and then have to move them to give him space to work. The only thing left from Ikea right now that isn't put together is the bed base, but that is a LOT of pieces and I was just too tired to even look at the instructions today. Once I get that thing I need for the hole saw I hope to get the desk finished and in place. Also took another 6-7 boxes of books over today. Now with some of the smaller shelves empty in the apartment I can either take them over to the condo and stow them somewhere or just throw out the cheapo ones I won't be keeping. That will free up some space around my desk here which will make it a lot easier to get all the computer stuff out and moved when the time comes. ![]() And now I'm going to go take a hot shower because my feet are STILL cold. ![]() |
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