DD took possession of her home two weeks ago. I thought, perhaps selfishly, “Oh great now she can take her stuff the someting out of here.” As I feared It seems I may have been a bit premature in that assessment.
The Mrs and SIL are gifted painters so they volunteered to help out. The home it perhaps 70 years old. The second floor needs a good deal of patching, sanding and painting. Thankfully I am not allowed to paint as I lack the patience for it. It’s 29 miles to her house and about 40 minute drive. My SIL said we are retired and are happy to help.
Day 1
The ladies attack the master bedroom with spackle and sand paper. I am busy with yard work at home and choose to come over later. 12:30 I get a call come and bring gasoline (never a good sign). I arrive and learned that the former owner took the tractor but left a mower complete with bag. DD’s future FIL gas’s it up and i mow the from lawn which has quite the hill. I wanted the exercise but with the heat and humidity It doesn’t take long and i look like a guy from the bataan death march. I finish the front and side and FIL mows the back. Every few swipes the bag needs to be emptied into the wheel barrow and dumped way in the back. IMHO this property is tractor country- long live John Deere
Day 2 (the next week/end)
I teach future SIL to replace a shower mixing valve cartridge and
tighten up 2 black pipe couplings. We do the soapy water method and no gas leak was detected. I then mow the front lawn, side and part of the back, the Mrs, future SIL, Mrs Sister spell me. A tank and a half of gas later and I am at the death march state. We skip Costco on the way home because i am not presentable..
Future SIL has a line on a self propelled mower. I am wondering if he really means me? He and the daughter are moving slowly i think its my wife’s fault.. dinner, clothes washed, brown bag for lunch..
Would changing the locks at my house be too bold a statement?
The Mrs and SIL are gifted painters so they volunteered to help out. The home it perhaps 70 years old. The second floor needs a good deal of patching, sanding and painting. Thankfully I am not allowed to paint as I lack the patience for it. It’s 29 miles to her house and about 40 minute drive. My SIL said we are retired and are happy to help.
Day 1
The ladies attack the master bedroom with spackle and sand paper. I am busy with yard work at home and choose to come over later. 12:30 I get a call come and bring gasoline (never a good sign). I arrive and learned that the former owner took the tractor but left a mower complete with bag. DD’s future FIL gas’s it up and i mow the from lawn which has quite the hill. I wanted the exercise but with the heat and humidity It doesn’t take long and i look like a guy from the bataan death march. I finish the front and side and FIL mows the back. Every few swipes the bag needs to be emptied into the wheel barrow and dumped way in the back. IMHO this property is tractor country- long live John Deere
Day 2 (the next week/end)
I teach future SIL to replace a shower mixing valve cartridge and
tighten up 2 black pipe couplings. We do the soapy water method and no gas leak was detected. I then mow the front lawn, side and part of the back, the Mrs, future SIL, Mrs Sister spell me. A tank and a half of gas later and I am at the death march state. We skip Costco on the way home because i am not presentable..
Future SIL has a line on a self propelled mower. I am wondering if he really means me? He and the daughter are moving slowly i think its my wife’s fault.. dinner, clothes washed, brown bag for lunch..
Would changing the locks at my house be too bold a statement?
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