Oh, hells bells, am I ever glad it’s the weekend. Why does every work-week have to be so g**damned hellacious? If I were to give a graduation speech, I’d likely horribly depress the grads by “advising” them about how godawful Day Jail is, and “anything you’ve ever heard about your career being ‘fulfilling’ is a bunch of hooey.” It’s still “work” when it comes down to it. Which means dealing with idiots and slaving away so the head honchos achieve/maintain their uber-wealth. Period.
Yeah. Don’t invite me to speak at your graduation.
And speaking of idiots…this new “boss” thing has me on the brink of completely losing my sanity. He’s been there just over a week and I am SO SICK TO DEATH OF BEING HIT. And sprayed upon with SPIT. He has no clue. And I have NO respect.
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John’s down at Harstine right now and will head home late tomorrow morning because he has 2nd shift duty at work all weekend. Such a bummer because TOMORROW IS HIS BIRTHDAY. In fact, it’s his 60th birthday. {!!!} And then Sunday is Father’s Day. I’ll be heading up to Camano to celebrate with my fam-damily – Sunday is also my dad’s birthday.
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The entryway doors arrived!
This was delivered to our house here in Des Moines and John was stewing about how in the hell he was going to be able to transport it to Harstine. Besides this door, we also got the “wiener walk” door, which is the same as this except without the sidelights. It fit in his truck just fine so he hauled it down today, but THIS one has kept him up nights. Finally he came to the conclusion that he could remove the canopy off his truck at Harstine with his come-along inside the garage. (This big door will fit just fine in his truck bed, without the canopy). So my first Harstine picture sent to me today was all about that!
No more canopy! He’ll probably take another day off work next week and haul down that big ol’ door. Glass block for our master bathroom should arrive next week, too, and he’ll also be able to transport them without the canopy.
And then. Get a load of THIS. They’ve been installing the dormers over the living room and also the master bedroom. John said the pictures don’t do it justice. It’s SO MUCH more dramatic than he even envisioned! (click them!)
Not a whole lot more for the framers and then it’s onward!
John called me tonight from a construction scrap fire down in the lower gully by the beach. Last weekend, I fed another scrap fire up by the garage. The volume of scrap is astounding—and now is the time to burn it before they instigate a burn ban. Could be any time now.
