Required picture of new family member Lord Dudley Mountcatten.
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And yes, I have to report that Ball Wash is back.
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And speaking of hanging, the other day the husband and I were out in the barn and I wanted to play an album. This is not as easy as you might think…. considering the husband put the stereo as close to the ceiling as humanly possible.
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Vinyl could get interesting after a few toddies. Stay tuned.
Husband was out working in the barn the other day before I realized it, and we know that doesn’t often bode well.
He was putting up the other 3 light fixtures and had cleared some space.
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Look! Floor.
I rarely see it, so excuse me if I get a little excited.
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Since he planned on being there a while, the stereo had to be turned on. I believe there used to be a remote for that unit, but I have to say…. I’m glad he lost it. Powering up via antique fishing rod and reel is so much more amusing.
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And did you see these?
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Look closely.
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Those are the two circles I wanted to label Bang Head Here…. but someone wouldn’t let me.
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Not enjoying my sense of humor… the husband banished me to the house to make lunch and by the time I came back he was on the last light fixture.
Which was unfortunate.
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Because as you can see…. (while the husband turns the radio off)
Another weekend in the big barn insulation/ceiling project commenced, but this time reinforcements were needed on day 1.
Because in as little as an hour? We proved that I can’t reliably hold plywood panels over my head long enough for my husband to figure out where to screw them.
Go figure.
So with the help of a friend, insulation was stuffed, plywood was screwed and the part that gives me hives took place.
The husband…. playing with live electrical wires.
This is not a good combination and doesn’t always end well… but no one was electrocuted, so we call that a win.
The bane of my current existence pool table was moved to it’s new home spot.
And after a little trial and error, no toes were broken.
Also a win.
As soon as it was set up?
It was covered with plywood and a very rugged protector…. because no man cave should be without a touch of lace.
The next day we were off to Lowes for a tad more insulation.
Ka-ching!
We dragged it inside, and then all the crap that started here….
That was then moved over here….
Had to be moved upstairs.
Ask me again how much I’m loving this free pool table.
Go ahead, I dare you.
Once the temporarily mounted my ass stereo was uncovered, the husband found part of my old collection of 1980’s cassette tapes.
And while I stand by my CSN, Queen, Clapton, Dire Straits and Grateful Dead picks….. the 2020 River cringed at the sight of Madonna, Richard Marx and the Bangles.
UB40.
WTH?
And if that wasn’t bad enough..
He also found a box of albums he bought sight unseen at a yard sale years ago…. which meant this was blasting from his recently mounted speakers: