Thursday, March 22, 2012

First Order of Business

I’ve been given my marching orders from KB, and the first thing that needs to be done is clean, clean, clean. I have to confess, I was a little embarrassed about the mess in the barn, as I think I’ve alluded to in the past. I think cleanliness and order are things more appreciated by women, but not so, especially amongst professionals. They want their work areas orderly, not just because of professionalism, but because it’s safer to work in and it makes their jobs easier.

Anyway, KB left it up to me to clean up a bit. He’s got better things to do with his time, and we’ve got better things to do with our money than pay him to clean. The barn had become a bit of a dumping ground for building materials and things we wanted to protect from the elements. We are talking lots of building materials, not to mention a dozen windows that were originally installed in the unit.

The reason the place needed to be cleaned was because the electrician needed to come and finish the wiring, and to do that, he needs to have unobstructed access to all the walls. My first thought was to just pile it all up in the middle of the floor, but the look on KB’s face screamed, “Just deal with it like a man, you sissy.” Shame on me, right?

Now that hockey season is over (note the emotional crack in my voice), we suddenly have time. Plus, since we’re not doing the market (tears of joy), we’ll have time to take care of issues on the home front. With the clock ticking, there was no time to waste in getting this barn finished. So, we spent the last day or two cleaning up. Mind you, the barn is not all clean and orderly, I did manage to clear the walls by putting stuff on pallets outside and then covering it with plastic. Not ideal, but it’ll do for now.

We also disposed of a lot of wood waste by having a burn pile, which is always a lot of fun for the kids. Something about a bonfire that just pulls them in. We don’t do it the real-man way with one huge conflagration. We instead opt for a small fire that we feed throughout the day. It’s more fun this way, and not as scary. Plus, a small fire doesn’t require a fire permit.

We are on our way. I still have several other jobs to do, but just getting one done makes me feel like a real-man already... sort of.

Until the next time, thanks for reading, and thanks to donger for the pic.

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