It’s the weekend, but that doesn’t mean there’ll be any slacking off allowed. This week, it’s the living room. We started pulling up the shitty wall-to-wall carpeting that was covering very nice hardwood floors that look like they’re actually in really good shape (why the hell people cover stuff like that up is beyond me), but there’s a lot more to go. I’ve already framed out shelves and bookcases under, around, and over the picture window (which we installed, gee, I’m guessing it was about four or five years ago, but hadn’t gotten around to finishing), as well as little pony wall that connects to it to form an ‘L’ (with more shelves/bookcases), and I hope to at least get that part close to finished (well, built – not necessarily finished) by the time True Blood starts on Sunday.
Plus the grass needs to be cut, the dogs need to get to the park, Granny wants Windows 7 installed on her laptop, I really ought to install WordPress 3.0 – but that’s always a hassle – and I need to do my laundry and all that other weekend-type stuff. Hardly any time to drink beer (though I reckon I might manage to squeeze one or two in somewhere along the way). It’s gonna be 90 today, too, which doesn’t help, and there may be some thunderstorms, which will freak the dogs out (and they already hate it when we bang things around and make noise; they much prefer to hang out in the basement and watch TV).
We’ve got a deadline of Thanksgiving to get everything done. Well, “everything” will never be done, but in this case, it means finishing all the little odds and ends in the kitchen, doing the kitchen ceiling, totally gutting the half-bathroom (which is semi-gutted already), painting everything, and then putting down a new floor in the kitchen, bathroom, and hallway. Thanksgiving seems like a long way away, but we’re already almost at the summer solstice, and Turkey Day will be here before you know it.
So I guess I better get going. Or at least have another cup of coffee.
Doesn’t sound like much fun, PJ but I’m sure you’d feel right at home in my house.
wood floors are gorguss! we had to pull a layer of underlay then fill about a zillion nail holes with toothpicks then sand it three times and put four coats of clear on it. took about 2 weeks for me.
was worth it.
Since our friend SueP is out looking for fossils (tip: Cheeney is probably still in MD), I will link to something from Gail Collins R ‘n’ R historian Ed Ward posted on FB.
Wishing Will Make It So
:joe:
Walked the dorks for morning coffee, heading to farmer’s market, then work for this gal.
Haven’t read this yet, but the title is intriguing:
P.S. Vern, you went to the ’83 49er game yesterday??? :tinfoil:
Could have been a little clearer. That New year’s eve in 1983 began with that game, a recent cessation of smoking, an Eddie Murray missed FG in a tight playoff game, a xmas gift of Wild Turkey…
I’m watching this Al Franken speech about the Constitution and the courts.
http://i976.photobucket.com/albums/ae244/Travis2010_album/06ae63b5.jpg
Best I could do but my friend is pretty good w/ the iPhotography so maybe I’ll get something tonight or we’ll take a picture of ‘there are no salmon at Fisherman’s Wharf’.
Franken is freaking wonderful in that speech!
Trav, that bike lives by the seashore, I’d guess. 😯
hotter than the bejesus here. ‘Suppose I should be positive… My, oh, my, it’s summery!
That’s the bike I use to get around town. It’s been on top of the boat for a few years. The tire rims, kickstand, and the chain seem to be heavily rusted.
I got paid today fifty bucks for over thirty hours of work. I hope this gamble pays out in the end.
well trav, it useta be standard for a newbie to get 10% of the landings minus advances and tax BS.
i had good crews and i paid them 25% and they were worth it.
there ya go. with some skippers you eat good and make money.
i had one once that decided me to leave the boat as soon as we got back to the dock after the first trip. i told him to keep my wages and figured i was lucky to make it back alive.
good crews do stuff without you having to tell them mostly. some of my crew were better at running the boat and finding fish than i was. i loved it, meant i could stay in the gaffing hatch and catch fish which i always thought was the most interesting and fun part.
a little bit of screaming is tolerable especially after a fuck up on your part like losing a cannonball. a constant screamer ain’t worth the aggravation. a good skipper will keep you so busy the only prob you’ll have is getting enough sleep.
pay attention to how the current lays the lines next to the boat to avoid tangles. sometimes it pays to pull the deeps on the distance side before you run the lines that are getting sucked nest to the boat. a good skipper will be showing you all this stuff. try to learn as quick as you can. the “smooth” really pays off when they start coming fast and furious.
one last trick
fish tend to strike when bait changes height either rising or dropping.
that’s why you run the gear constantly and smoothly. jerking tends to scare em off.
heh!
wait till you run into some really big kings! the spreads will be 90degrees from the side of the boat! and you’ll need 100 pound spreads ready to go because all your lightweight gear will be broken off.
http://www3.telus.net/Art-Adventures/Boats%20We%27ve%20Built-Fishing/Yachts%20We%27ve%20Built-Fishing/When%20I%20Was%20Skinny.jpg
The skip is pretty mellow. He could run this boat with his eyes closed too. I’ve learned the routine with the gurdies, and it takes about twenty minutes to run two with bait every two fathoms down to twenty. We’ll have six girdies going in July.
I make 8%. Really I just want enough cash by the end of the summer for the Duc.. but it may not happen.