Inspector-Gadget
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Off-topic babblings from the wilderness:
Babble-1
I think that Bob Villa lied to us.
My bride and I have decided to sell our home of 28 years. The last of the gadgetlings left the nest nearly two years ago. Mrs. Gadget and I seldom use the second floor of our home other than to store stuff that neither of us has the heart to throw out.
We have been looking for a much smaller, two-bedroom ranch-style home to purchase. Our next home will likely be the last we will share, and we now want (and will eventually need) a less maintenance intensive home, a home with fewer flights of stairs.
For the past several months, I have been on a binge of pre-sale home repair. To speed things along, I also hired a contractor to sheet rock over the plaster and lath ceilings and walls of the entire second floor. That contractor has been at work here for the last two weeks.
WHAT A MESS!!!!
TwistedCopper wrote recently of his newfound respect of roofers. I have recently gained a new respect of sheet rockers, wall boarders -- whatever the job title where you live. That is hard and dusty work, folks. They earn their pay. Those poor guys are covered with gypsum dust and look like snowmen at the end of their workday.
One of the younger sheet rocker contractors has a lot of piercings and a wild hairstyle. You can imagine how he looks at the end of his workday: when he is also gypsum white from head to toe, except for his dust mask protected clean lower face.
I have several times been tempted to tease him about his being the Anti-Goth. I have also toyed with the idea of asking him just what kinds of music sheet rockers prefer?
So far, I have managed to stifle my sense of humor. I admit that his always being armed with several sharp tools has factored into my silence.
I do not recall Bob Villa and Norm taking this long to complete a home renovation, and I do not recall Bob and Norm looking like snowmen at the end of their "This Old House" workdays.
Bob Villa did lie to us! He should be beaten with a Craftsman yardstick, to within a measurable inch of his LASER-leveled life.
Babble-2
(Gadget's fires up his patented Andy Rooney impression.)
[Andy Rooney voice and whiny way of speaking-ON]
Ya know folks, I have been pondering the Zen of the whole sheet-rock thing. Consider this:
(1) Guy laboriously carries a piece of sheet rock into a home -- 32 square-feet of perfect surface.
(2) Guy next punches leventy-seven screw-holes through the 32 square-feet of sheet rock perfect surface to make the sheet rock stay somewhere.
(3) Guy then spends hours taping the edges, spackling the leventy-seven holes and sanding said piece of sheet rock to end up with 32 square-feet of near perfect surface -- making alto-cumulus clouds of dust in the process.
You would think there would be a better way, wouldn't you?
I think there was a better way, and that better way is now being covered over by sheet rock on the second floor of my home.
A toast to and a tip of the hat for the craftsman lathers and plasterers of old.
[Andy Rooney voice and whiny way of speaking-OFF]
Regards,
Dusty <cough--sneeze> Gadget
Babble-1
I think that Bob Villa lied to us.
My bride and I have decided to sell our home of 28 years. The last of the gadgetlings left the nest nearly two years ago. Mrs. Gadget and I seldom use the second floor of our home other than to store stuff that neither of us has the heart to throw out.
We have been looking for a much smaller, two-bedroom ranch-style home to purchase. Our next home will likely be the last we will share, and we now want (and will eventually need) a less maintenance intensive home, a home with fewer flights of stairs.
For the past several months, I have been on a binge of pre-sale home repair. To speed things along, I also hired a contractor to sheet rock over the plaster and lath ceilings and walls of the entire second floor. That contractor has been at work here for the last two weeks.
WHAT A MESS!!!!
TwistedCopper wrote recently of his newfound respect of roofers. I have recently gained a new respect of sheet rockers, wall boarders -- whatever the job title where you live. That is hard and dusty work, folks. They earn their pay. Those poor guys are covered with gypsum dust and look like snowmen at the end of their workday.
One of the younger sheet rocker contractors has a lot of piercings and a wild hairstyle. You can imagine how he looks at the end of his workday: when he is also gypsum white from head to toe, except for his dust mask protected clean lower face.
I have several times been tempted to tease him about his being the Anti-Goth. I have also toyed with the idea of asking him just what kinds of music sheet rockers prefer?
So far, I have managed to stifle my sense of humor. I admit that his always being armed with several sharp tools has factored into my silence.
I do not recall Bob Villa and Norm taking this long to complete a home renovation, and I do not recall Bob and Norm looking like snowmen at the end of their "This Old House" workdays.
Bob Villa did lie to us! He should be beaten with a Craftsman yardstick, to within a measurable inch of his LASER-leveled life.
Babble-2
(Gadget's fires up his patented Andy Rooney impression.)
[Andy Rooney voice and whiny way of speaking-ON]
Ya know folks, I have been pondering the Zen of the whole sheet-rock thing. Consider this:
(1) Guy laboriously carries a piece of sheet rock into a home -- 32 square-feet of perfect surface.
(2) Guy next punches leventy-seven screw-holes through the 32 square-feet of sheet rock perfect surface to make the sheet rock stay somewhere.
(3) Guy then spends hours taping the edges, spackling the leventy-seven holes and sanding said piece of sheet rock to end up with 32 square-feet of near perfect surface -- making alto-cumulus clouds of dust in the process.
You would think there would be a better way, wouldn't you?
I think there was a better way, and that better way is now being covered over by sheet rock on the second floor of my home.
A toast to and a tip of the hat for the craftsman lathers and plasterers of old.
[Andy Rooney voice and whiny way of speaking-OFF]
Regards,
Dusty <cough--sneeze> Gadget