Bad remodels are dangerous
Posted on | May 21, 2008 | 8 Comments
When we moved into this house, we were excited. The pictures didn’t do the kitchen justice. It’s quite large. The granite counter tops, lovely. But once you live in a space, you find the dangerous bits, the areas where you should tread lightly for fear of rabid opossums or low-hanging ceilings just waiting for a cute, bald head to scrape. Our counter tops extend too far over the cabinets beneath them. The same goes for the dishwasher. They aren’t flush with the edge, or even close to being flush, so all kinds of annoying shit happens. Like I open the top drawer all the way and I can’t get the box of plastic bags out without denting it because it’s partially stuck underneath the overly large counters. But last night was the worst. In my preparations for dinner, I yanked open the dishwasher door. There’s a lip, a nice finger-deep space where my ring finger caught – and
THWACK!
Finger, dishwasher door propelled at 60 mph, and the counter all collided. And it hurt. But not in the “ouch” kind of way. Nope, it throbbed with the promise of more nausea-inducing pain because most of the pain nerves in the tip of my finger were whirling around going “what the fuck? Did we just get hit? React? Oh yeah, we are supposed to react!” And so began the rising tide of agony. For the record, my finger still hurts.
And Puck, ever the scavenger, just stood there – tail wagging, tongue lolling, waiting for me to drop the chunk of parmasean in my other hand. Dogs….. if they weren’t so cute, I’d scream.
I did my civic duty yesterday. I voted in the Democratic Primary, and contributed my voice to the loacl elections. Happlily, everyone I voted for won. Our new mayor, Sam Adams, royally spanked the competition, and I can say I am pleased. But I do have an inkling of fear. When Glenda (clit) Hood left the Mayoral spot in Orlando, I voted for Buddy Dyer. I should have known, with those cheeks and that laugh, that he was as crooked as she was. But I voted my heart and my heart was wrong. I hope I’m not wrong about Sam Adams. The press here is quite diligent in digging up dirt, so I I think I made an educated decision.
And I have to say that Oregon has the voting system down pat. No polling places, no lines, no bullshit. Register to vote, they send your ballot in the mail. You can do all your research at home, and then mail the fucker back in. D, of course, sent his off early. I waited until the last minute. Why? Cause that’s how I roll….so I dropped my ballot off at the local libarary. With ballot in hand, I walked in, fearful when I saw the line. But everyone else was in line to pay the fines or check out books. The blue box, with like 15 locks, sat there waiting for me. I dropped it off and went on my merry way. That, my friends, is how voting should happen. My Mom told me that Colorado does the same thing. Good good stuff.
While I could have spend my evening watching the talking heads yammer on about how the voting ran, I took 3 Benadryl, had two beers and passed out on the couch. I got NOTHING done last night. But I slept, and sleeping is good.
Today, I’m heading up to the NW side of town for a little coffee talk with C. And then I will head to Moosey with D for our ritual Wednesday night veggie dinner. The rest of my week goes as follows:
- Thursday – Work, Indy, go home, try to sleep
- Friday – Work, have lunch with the bossy and the rest of the group (his wife had her baby on Sunday), go home, clean the casa, head to Mississippi Station for a portabello sandwich that could make your toes curl (and we will bike there, so I can’t drink too much), and then head home. No Battlestar this week….sigh.
- Saturday – Drop puppies off to be cleaned, pack up the doggies and head to Lex’s house. D’s bringing his bike, and mine, so we can get a little ride in for fun, party.
- Sunday – big BBQ with Lex’s neighbors. Party.
- Monday – head home 1st thing in the morning, trying to beat the traffic back to Portland. Upload all the pictures from the little trip. Sleep
And that about does it folks. I should get back to work.
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May 21st, 2008 @ 11:30 am
sorry your finger hurts… But I can totally relate to bad remodel jobs. We have a glass door with sidelights that used to be a window… well whoever installed said door, installed it backwards and when it rains, it rains in the house… The landlord has had three different people to come out and fix it. The last guy told him what the problem was and actually fixed it. It ended up costing more than the landlord wanted to spend…but the guy was like…you need to check people out before you have them do the work… I laughed! So he fixed it and it no longer puddles with water all over my dining room. sigh…. Glad that you voted… not so happy about the democrat thing… but I love you for that. I would never ask you to change….Have a great week/weekend…
May 21st, 2008 @ 1:28 pm
OUCH!
we really should have some fun with cement at your house…
May 21st, 2008 @ 1:28 pm
I love it when people refurb in a hurry. It may look nice on the surface, but eventually that shitty work will cost the owner money.
I know you and I don’t agree on politics, but hey, it’s a free country!
May 21st, 2008 @ 3:50 pm
Cement = good times.
But first, we have to repair those damn tiles on the porch.
I broke ANOTHER one.
May 21st, 2008 @ 7:19 pm
exactly… I like that you and I are so totally different… It makes our friendship fun!
May 22nd, 2008 @ 12:15 pm
geez…well no more finger smooshing though ok?!
May 27th, 2008 @ 12:46 pm
OUCH!
Our refrigerator “catches” your fingers if you aren’t fast enough where the handles for the fridge and freezer meet. My nail has been black and blue many a day when I was careless. I feel your pain.
Just found your site today!
May 27th, 2008 @ 1:08 pm
Welcome Moo