My life is a weird day. I build a picnic table. Yesterday I didn’t know I would but, I got the lumber. It happens. I found a plan on the World Wide Web. Last night in the basement, I made the cuts for one of the benches. Detached benches.
When I talk about my middle finger, I’m not just trying to add to the legend of my finger. I’m not just trying to hype my middle finger higher and higher. It heals very slowly if at all. There must be a little fracture in there. Maybe a bone spur.
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I’m sometimes angry at my neighbor for proverbially shitting on my porch roof. That’s what I feel like when I look at that crappy step flashing. Sans counter flashing. The stupid black caulk on the crappy silver flashing. I think man, I just paid my neighbor to take a big shit on my roof. It’s just that things take a while to occur to me. So I looked at the job with him after it was done and I said hmmm are you sure that’s right? etc. Then I said OK and paid him. Well, it’s a good thing I learned that about him before I hired him to do, anything else. Still, I’ll have to hire someone else to fix it. Or I’ll have to fix it. I should probably just do it. All I need is an angle grinder. $60. And the flashing. And I do have some other pointing to do, so I’ll need that grinder. Do I want to bother with the dustless attachment? Dust in the wind. All we are is dust in the wind.
Coffee is brewing.
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Do you know what the material costs are for a 92″ picnic table with detached benches? Guess. Guess. About $85, including stain.
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Oh, I put a splotch of sample paint on the wall in here. The color is Hazy Sage. I wish the colors didn’t have names because they distract me. The names do. I don’t know about this Hazy Sage color. It’s better than what’s here, but it’s not optimal I don’t think. Yeah the names distract me. I’ll see a color I think is OK, and then I’ll read that it’s called Nutmeg. Then I’ll think I can’t use it because it sounds like something for a grandmother. Isn’t nutmeg extinct. That would be a good color. Extinction.