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Turning a corner.

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Shelves are being built in the cluttered dungeon cellar.

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And a corner is being turned.

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Even if it is with bits and pieces.

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On the wall to the right?

This.

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I’d like to tell you my husband fishes.

I really would.

And once the corner is turned?

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Floor to ceiling useless piles of nonsense stuff.

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Anyone need an early 18th century Acadian child’s trundle bed on wheels?

No, the Maine State Museum didn’t either.

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And we’re shifting….

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The husband completed his work on the far left corner of the crap filled dungeon cellar and has now shifted to the far right.

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The ceiling was up…

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And painted…

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And insulation folded into place.

I had to laugh because it was at this point he said, “Looks a lot different without all the stuff here huh?” And yes, technically he’s right … it did look different. But I’d be a lot more thrilled if the stuff migrated out of the cellar and to the dump instead of just shifting over to the newly completed section.

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What’s the point in having a nicely cleaned, insulated, ceiling’d cellar if you can’t actually see it?

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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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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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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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The still bored with retirement project continues…

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The unnecessary basement ceiling project is moving right along.

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And after the husband didn’t like the look of his zip taped seams?

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He decided to paint the whole thing white. Another completely unnecessary expense and waste of time. Who’s going to see it… the mice?

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Here he is vacuuming cobwebs out of the windows.

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Man with vacuum is such a rare sighting…. I had to get a close up.

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A giant pause was taken when the cables to our satellite tv were reached. This is sacred ground and must be dealt with properly to avoid interruption in service. He’s only seen Rio Bravo, El Dorado and The Sons of Katie Elder 122 times. Wouldn’t want to miss the 123rd showing.

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Busy work for the not so happily retired.

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My husband started a new project. One that isn’t on the honey do list, or even makes any sense as far as I’m concerned.

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But because he’s bored silly since the weather has turned and he can’t tinker outside? He decided our basement needed a ceiling.

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The area is neither heated nor finished…. so why he decided this, I don’t know.

What I do know is he’s thrown all my holiday decorating items into a giant pile and mixed the Xmas with the Thanksgiving and the Easter with the Halloween. Grrr…

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My little section of the basement was the only clean and organized part, so of course that’s the section he wanted to install a ceiling.

His part of the cellar still looks like this:

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Packed to the rafters with useless crap his treasure. (Please note my Christmas reindeer in the foreground. It did not have a broken, missing horn yesterday. 😠

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There used to be a path through this section but not anymore.

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This path now dead ends as well.

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The only remaining path to the stairs is starting to narrow as well. If he isn’t careful, he’s going to get trapped down there….

And at times? I think that might not be a bad thing.

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And finally, the other side.

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Because my husband never likes to rush things he moved around to the back side of the baby barn yesterday to complete the gutter installation…. 12 days after he did the front. Better late than never is his middle name.

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Did things go more smoothly on the flip side?

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They did not.

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Miscalculation on length left him with two short pieces instead of the one long piece he needed which meant yet another trip to Lowes for additional connectors. Sigh.

Was the finished gutter line straight and true?

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Not quite, but it doesn’t leak. That’s probably as much as I can hope for.

And if you’re wondering just how dry it’s been here?

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Dry enough for the husband to a pan under the downspout to catch the small amount of rain we got last night.

Please note the green you see is all weeds. Most of the grass is still brown.

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Because nothing ever goes smoothly when my husband is involved.

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With the hope that it will rain on our property sometime in this decade, my husband purchased gutters for our baby barn/shed and I attempted to help with the installation.

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Since the project was my husband’s idea and he was in charge of purchasing supplies, this meant 3 forty minute round trips to Lowes and half the day wasted because he thinks making a list is a waste of time.

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Did he buy the right size screws?

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He did not.

Did he buy the correct downspout brackets?

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He did not.

Did he buy a new section of downspout because the piece he had leftover from a previous project was too short?

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I think you know the answer to that.

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