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Sep. 28th, 2008 11:24 pmThis weekend's schizoid weather prevented doing much outside. One moment it would be a gorgeous early fall day, the next it would be gray and raining. So it was spent mostly indoor endeavors. The cooler weather, with the shorter days and dampness is doing all it can to make my body remind myself of it's increasing age and broken-down state. I ache in just about every past injury site. And in some areas that aren't (yet).
I donned one of my many hats and spent the afternoon doing some rewiring of a friend's house. This is part of a staged rehab that's going on room-by-room. As far as we can tell, this house was built in the early 30s. As is the case with such work, the rework has been sprinkled with hidden treasure discoveries. The drywall (genuine Sheetrock brand!), new for the time, has labels on the backs extolling it's virtues and ease of use, and patent date in the 20s. A small stack of newspapers crumbling to the touch with a 1936 date. A faded brown envelope, postmarked sometime in 1949, inside of which is an 8x10 autographed photograph of Kukla, Fran and Ollie in perfect condition. Layers of wallpaper, some of which is the strangest of designs. And there were some unsavory finds, like termite-eaten studs that need replacing. There will be more finds of both kinds, I am sure, as the renovations get to other rooms.
I mounted boxes and ran wiring, did some other work and wondered to myself why I cant get my ass in gear on my own projects. I guess part of it is still memories and conflicting thoughts and whatnot that put my mind in a funk and essentially shut me down completely if not just plod along half aimlessly. I often wonder if getting a handful of friends over to lend a big hand would help, not just in the sense of tasks at hand, but to keep me from dwelling on those things that depress me. But I am not the type to ask for help, so I feel completely stuck in a rut that I cant get out of.
This week at work is a short one for me. We were going to do one more camping trip to Knoebel's this coming weekend, but Jeff's work schedule and economic reasons made us cancel it. We will still head to PA that weekend and, weather permitting, spend a day at Knoebel's anyhow. I hope I finally get the ECU for the Stratus back from the rebuilder this week so I can get the emissions tested on the damn thing. I got a notice that the registration will be suspended on it by the 14th of next month if I fail to do so (and I dont ask for an extension). I hate relying on others for some things like this.
I just hope I make it through the next four days with as little drama as possible. I doubt I will take it well if it does arise.
I donned one of my many hats and spent the afternoon doing some rewiring of a friend's house. This is part of a staged rehab that's going on room-by-room. As far as we can tell, this house was built in the early 30s. As is the case with such work, the rework has been sprinkled with hidden treasure discoveries. The drywall (genuine Sheetrock brand!), new for the time, has labels on the backs extolling it's virtues and ease of use, and patent date in the 20s. A small stack of newspapers crumbling to the touch with a 1936 date. A faded brown envelope, postmarked sometime in 1949, inside of which is an 8x10 autographed photograph of Kukla, Fran and Ollie in perfect condition. Layers of wallpaper, some of which is the strangest of designs. And there were some unsavory finds, like termite-eaten studs that need replacing. There will be more finds of both kinds, I am sure, as the renovations get to other rooms.
I mounted boxes and ran wiring, did some other work and wondered to myself why I cant get my ass in gear on my own projects. I guess part of it is still memories and conflicting thoughts and whatnot that put my mind in a funk and essentially shut me down completely if not just plod along half aimlessly. I often wonder if getting a handful of friends over to lend a big hand would help, not just in the sense of tasks at hand, but to keep me from dwelling on those things that depress me. But I am not the type to ask for help, so I feel completely stuck in a rut that I cant get out of.
This week at work is a short one for me. We were going to do one more camping trip to Knoebel's this coming weekend, but Jeff's work schedule and economic reasons made us cancel it. We will still head to PA that weekend and, weather permitting, spend a day at Knoebel's anyhow. I hope I finally get the ECU for the Stratus back from the rebuilder this week so I can get the emissions tested on the damn thing. I got a notice that the registration will be suspended on it by the 14th of next month if I fail to do so (and I dont ask for an extension). I hate relying on others for some things like this.
I just hope I make it through the next four days with as little drama as possible. I doubt I will take it well if it does arise.
