As the decades passed, those wooden little buildings became resin little buildings. Accompanied with big thick instruction booklets and a ton of very important bits and pieces and parts.
Yesterday I played helper to Kerry. He built a beautiful shed in the back of his property and I handed him screws, and mallets and bits and pieces. He was incredibly easy to work with. When I screwed up, which happened occasionally, he was so nice about it. And he was really good at this shed building. He just understood the concepts and dug in and got it done. This was an entirely different experience than what I had gone through numerous times with Bill.
If you are sensitive to bad language, please stop reading here. Just a warning.
Building with Bill was something I would dread, at first. But as projects passed by I found it was more funny than dreadful.
The man had giant club hands and no fine motor skills. Consequently, as you can imagine, screws were constantly getting away from him. As soon as I would hear one hit the floor, inevitably right on its heels would be a loud resounding "Cocksucker!!!!!" And its amazing how those little buggers can simply disappear. I eventually got smart and put down a giant white paint cloth so I could spot them more easily.
He also had zero patience or processing skills. I would try to keep him on track and do things according to the instructions. But he would ignore them, and me, and twenty minutes later, after another loud resounding, "Cocksucker!!!!!!" he would be putting his drill into reverse and be backing up a few steps.
Kerry was the complete polar opposite. He never lost his cool, he never swore and the only time he veered off instruction path was my fault. And the end result is beautiful. Kathy sent me a pic this morning of it, I shall try to post it at the bottom.
Have I mentioned my housekeeper? The one we are all scared of? If things aren't the way she wants it, no, demands it, she gets mad and gives you shit. But...she is an amazing house keeper.
One of the things that gets her going is parking. She insists on being able to park as close to the house as possible. Okay fine, but you just might have to park behind me. Close enough. But if someone is here visiting, she parks in the neighbours driveway!!! I have told her a hundred times she just can't do that, they will tow her and I ain't paying for it!
Right now though I haven't got a carport. Its still a field of rebar, waiting for cement. And when the guys start working at seven am we can't be parked in the back part of the driveway either. And Wednesday, her day to be here, there is a good chance they will be pouring cement. So I texted her and told her she will have to park in guest parking if possible.
Well jeez! Its like I shot her. Now she want s to park at Kathy's, at least two to three blocks away, and have me go get her and drive her here. Not happening. For a number of reasons. So I figure she can either find parking in guest parking or she doesn't need to come. Save me sixty five bucks.
Anyway, there it is!!! He put the doors on himself. Such a pretty little shed! TTYL
The shed looks beautiful! The housekeeper though.....who works for who??
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