…called The Real McCoys. And all I remember about it is that Walter Brennan was cast as this Grandpa character, and all he was ever given to do was hobble about in a picturesque manner and say “Heh” a lot. There may have been more, but the show didn’t interest me at the time.
I picture it as one of those idiotic roles, like Urkel, that years later cause former actors to fantasize of beating their former agents to death like baby seals. Possibly it contained nuances I simply don’t recall. But I digress.
My point is that this morning I’m hobbling about in a picturesque manner. “Heh” is optional, and not much in evidence. According to the cheap analog barometer on the wall, the humidity is 80% and well into “humid.” Since its spring is rarely required to stretch that far, things may be worse than that. All my old twisted, once-or-twice broken or just generally abused joints cry out in protest. Seriously, usually it’s my stump that has me limping. Today it feels fine. It’s everything else that hurts.
This is one reason why I normally love the desert. But yesterday it betrayed me, and it’s supposed to do it again today. Monsoon has well and truly arrived.
Thank god I didn’t procrastinate about painting the Lair…
To imitate Grandpa you need to run around and screech Luke! Luke! also.
That’s odd. I was thinking about that old TV show just the other day. Actually the Grandpa character tread a fairly thin line. Sometimes he seemed amazingly oblivious to the world around him, yet sometimes a episode turned on him being sly as a fax.
“Thank god I didn’t procrastinate about painting the Lair…”
Yes, that was wise indeed! It’s great that the painting is done, but I worry about the flashing and drip edge part of your project. You don’t want moisture trapped behind your new siding. Without the siding your particle board could dry off after it got wet, but there are no guarantees now.
Also, you mentioned last year that you had some persistent leaks. Can you tell if they are gone now?
“…sly as a fax.”
Make that “sly as a fox” please. I’ve seen some pretty dumb fax’s.
What Ben said about the drip edge and flashing, and I hope the rain wasn’t accompanied by winds. Reassure us that your trip to town included purchase of both, and post photos of the installation. Moisture trapped behind your siding will quickly ruin everything you worked so hard to do.
When I feel pretty spry, I walk like Grandpa McCoy. When tired, more like Fred Sanford. Neither is exactly suave, but fuck anybody who doesn’t like it. They’re welcome to be me & do better.
Yes, you did well. Bravo, Joel! You can sit inside & not worry (well, too much) about the weather destroying the Lair.
I seem to recall lots of muttering, which may go with the hobbling.
Like “Dad Gummit, you young whippersnapper”
Then there were the times he told troublemakers how fast on the draw he and his kin were, ending with “No brag, just fact.” (But that might have been another show.)
Regarding the drip edge: I wouldn’t put it off til winter, but I doubt that dry-rot is a big problem there. I suspect that a few days of hot and dry will take care of any moisture, as long as there is an escape path for the vapor.
I vaguely remember “the mcCoys” also. Walter Brennan doesn’t look old enough to be Grandpa in that photo, but that’s make-believe TV for you.
‘No brag, just fact”, was (I think) from ‘the guns of will sonnet’ another favorite from later days, 1970 or so. Brennan played another Grandpa, riding the west with his grandson.