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Necessity is the mother of invention.

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Since we’ve established my husband doesn’t want me to lend a hand in the basement, alternative helpmates must be employed.

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Meet the Dead Man.. otherwise known as my husband’s personal assistant. Since my spouse can’t lift, position and hold a piece of plywood over his head while screwing it into the floor joists, he built himself a friend. One who doesn’t offer advice or disagree with him like I do.

And speaking of holding things in place….

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When the old insulation is ripped and starts to sag?

Grab a broom.

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And balance that broom on a box, which is balanced on a few old books, which are top of another box which is on a table not meant to support that much weight.

Good times.

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Onward and upward.

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Props to my husband for not only sticking with his horrible basement project but becoming totally obsessed by it. Clearing, cleaning and organizing ( not really, but he’s trying ) 40 years worth of junk is not for the faint hearted. Or the asthmatic… the dust and cobwebs are epic.

When last I reported, shelves were being built on the back right wall and corners were being turned.

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So now that ⬆️…

Looks like this ⬇️ …

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Because every time he carves out a small area to work…

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Thousands of pounds of junk stuff must be moved.

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Anyone need a tv antenna or an old bottle of Clorox? It’s still half full.

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Four vintage wooden crates were unearthed… but none of them were alcohol related for my vinyl collection damn it.

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This is a serious amount of work. And while I try to go down and help, more often than not the husband gets aggravated with me and tells me to get lost.

If 39 years of marriage has taught us anything, it’s that we don’t work well together. I’m a very organized person ….. I plan, I make lists, I gather needed tools and supplies, I have everything I need within reach. He wings it… no plan, always searching for tools and has to run to the store every other day for more supplies. Basically, we drive each other crazy and end up doing our projects by ourselves. Harder, yes. But it keeps us out of divorce court.

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It’s a good thing I don’t use that freezer or second refrigerator anymore.

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My Planet.. the end.

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A few more chuckles from Mary Roach before I put this book to bed.

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My husband does not moisturize, though at times I wish he would.

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As you know I have a spouse who enjoys filling our kitchen with overpriced gadgets…. so I totally get this. Though thankfully no $345 pentolas have crossed our doorstep.

Yet.

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Touchless trash cans with sensor eyes? Please don’t tell my husband.

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Preach sister! My spouse never ever uses coins but has them stashed everywhere. In the den closet, in every vehicle cubbyhole, and yes in jars on the bedroom floor.

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Though he prefers pickle to sauerkraut.

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A bright spot in the dark.

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Work continues underground… and in the far reaches of our dark as a crap filled tomb cellar, there is light.

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And a small amount of open space with freshly swept floors, insulated walls and a new white ceiling. There are also shelves…

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Though the construction of said shelves leaves a bit to be desired.

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After seeing this one start to sag, I highly recommended brackets. Whether my suggestion will be implemented or ignored is up for debate.

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Heating ducts have been wrapped with insulation as well….

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Though it looks like things went a little haywire here.

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I have no explanation for this puzzled looking chicken. You’d think it was mine, but oddly enough… it’s not.

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When you don’t know whether to laugh or cry.

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I went downstairs to check the progress of the husband’s basement project yesterday and it was not going well.

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Nope. Not well at all.

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I stood unnoticed, chortling while I watched him attempt to wrangle trifold insulation into a corner by himself. It was quite amusing, but I took pity on the poor guy after a few minutes and lent a hand.

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You’ll notice he bought a new toy. After the first low velocity hammer tool wasn’t strong enough.. he upgraded.

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This thing is basically a small gun that fires explosive rounds to propel nails into hard surfaces. In this case, concrete.

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And while my husband is (we never say was) a Marine and familiar with weapons, his usage of this tool made me a little nervous.

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The video doesn’t do justice to the noise. But trust me, that thing is loud.

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And best observed from a safe distance.

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I have to laugh that our entire cellar is a junk filled mess except for this one little corner. But he’s determined to put a ceiling, insulation and shelves throughout so I’m not complaining.

Much. Or within earshot….

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The good, the bad and the really ugly.

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The good …

A miracle is currently taking place below Casa River. And though I never thought I’d say it… I’m now glad my bored by retirement husband is fully engaged in a project.

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After insulating the walls and putting an unnecessary ceiling in my small section of the cellar, he moved on to the cluttered with useless crap main section of the nightmare that is our basement, and this is where the miracle happened.

Look!

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Bare basement floor! I haven’t seen that since we moved to this house two decades ago.

And what used to look like this:

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Now looks like this.

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Be still my heart.

His plan is to insulate all the exterior walls and put a ceiling throughout the whole cellar, which is a massive undertaking considering there’s nearly 40 years worth of accumulated junk in the way. Will he get rid of any? He says he wants to have a yard sale… which is a start. But if nothing else, things will be cleaned and hopefully a bit more organized.

Also good…

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The husband built a large shelf in my section for my numerous tubs of holiday decorations.

The bad….

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I couldn’t get down there to photograph it before he cluttered it up with his mess from the section of floor he cleared in the other room.

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Anyone need a 600 pound waffle iron or a Snoopy lunch box?

Also bad…

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See the end of that long dark tunnel? The one you can only access by bending over double and ducking under the sewage pipe? That’s where the husband put all my wrapping paper, bows and from what I can see… Halloween decorations.

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And finally, there’s the really ugly. Because under an old moldy blanket?

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There’s an equally old and moldy stereo cabinet from some long lost era. It shouldn’t surprise you to know that I was unaware he even owned this beast. The husband has a habit of sneaking purchases down to the cellar when I’m not home.

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Meanwhile, in the basement…

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Plywood and insulation are showing up at our house on a daily basis.

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Have you priced plywood and insulation lately? It’s enough to make Bob Villa hang up his hammer.

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But the husband is still determined to install a ceiling and insulate a room that has no heat because he’s bored in retirement.

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I can see no reason for this project.

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Nor any rhyme to his framing technique. What the…. what?

But he’s downstairs all day, every day covering everything in sawdust and making a racket and a mess in the one section of basement that was previously neat and organized. (Read – mine.)

While the rest of the cellar (read – his) still looks like this:

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It’s all about priorities.

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Out with the old, in with the why did we need new?

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As reported, I was gifted with kitchen appliances this Christmas.

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Though we didn’t need new…

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These perfectly functioning (not really) old machines are now destined for donation.

Though I’ve repeatedly (you’d think 38 years of repetition would be enough) told my husband appliances are not a desired gift, I receive them on a regular basis.

And because my spouse loves to buy overpriced gadgets that savvy saleswomen tell him will change our lives…. this year there was a deluxe Breville microwave with self closing door. ( That I keep slamming shut out of habit and will probably break.)

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I never cook in a microwave, just reheat… so this was a tad over the top.

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But won’t that shiny stainless steel interior be fun to keep clean?

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And then?

There was the toaster to end all toasters.

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We be fancy now.

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Just another night….

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Our days of raucously ringing in the New Year are in the rear view mirror (as are the hangovers thank god)…. and more than likely, yours truly will be tucked into bed at midnight when 2023 comes sliding in.

No parties, no funny hats, no noise makers, no watching the ball drop.

Unless it’s this kind of ball and Lord Dudley is responsible.

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We’re going out for a nice meal and quiet drink (or two) this afternoon… then popcorn and a movie at home will round out the end of the year for us.

But however you choose to celebrate, here’s hoping you have a wonderful night and a happy, healthy New Year!

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Retirement boredom project update.

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The husband is still hard at work down in the basement.

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And has turned the proverbial as well as literal corner.

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Although safety is clearly not a high priority.

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Does our basement need a ceiling? No.

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But it’s certainly getting one.

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And a white one at that.

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Lord Dudley Mountcatten? He seems baffled by the strange noises rising up through the heating vents and is keeping a close eye (ear?) on the progress.

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