I woke up yesterday with a list of things that needed doing and no ambition whatsoever to do any of them. I was scheduled to get together with my neighbor to get paid for the past six days’ caretaking and that definitely needed to happen – but it depended on a telephone call and I didn’t want to be in the middle of bread-making when the call came. So the delayed call became an excuse to sit around doing nothing useful.
Finally I shook it off and got busy. At a minimum yesterday needed to be baking day.
Of course the phone call came in the middle of the dog biscuit bake. But that’s basically hardtack, and a lot easier to interrupt than regular bread. So the timing didn’t work out badly, and of course you’re welcome – invited, really – to interrupt my work any time you want to give me an envelope of cash.
And then outside to work on making that new bedroom door’s opening actually fit the door.
I ain’t no carpenter, but this bit actually came out fairly well. There was one tiny glitch which was totally not my fault for once – but once that was overcome the addition to the frame slid right in. Now I can sheath around the door. And Monday – or possibly tomorrow – I can get a doorknob, secure that opening, and I’ll be one step closer to opening the passage that officially transforms the Lair into a two-room cabin.
But there’s a minor problem with the new window’s opening. I don’t know where the information went awry – traditionally I write it down wrong – but that opening is not sized correctly. Fortunately it’s too big, which is far easier to fix than too small. But it’s too big by some bizarre fraction of a 2X4’s width in both dimensions, which means I have to bum Neighbor D’s table saw and rip a couple of 2X4s. And the lumber yard really saw me coming: I’ve got lots of wood but it’s nasty corkscrewed shite. In this case I need them straight, which means I may need to rip each board twice in some mathematically easy-to-screw-up manner. Far from insurmountable, but it’s a complication I didn’t need. I should be able to just cut holes and pop these babies into them.
Yeah, I should be able to sit Mark Zuckerberg down and explain his logical fallacies, too. But that’s not happening either. I vow to endeavor to persevere.