Wait, I hear you asking… if you’re taking the photo, who’s driving the boat?
We left a little early this week, to spend a long weekend in Whitehall, MI, with Kirt and Anne at their new lakehouse. Liz and I both worked from home on Thursday, then hit the road around 4PM.
Lately, I’m wrecking shirts faster than I can keep them clean. Though for tonight’s task, I got particularly dusted up.
Part of the work involved prying loose some wall studs on the other side of our bathroom closet. These pieces were pretty nailed in, and required using the Sawzall to cut through the nails – which Liz did. She also spent about 20 minutes prying the pieces loose by hand, and was pretty well beat by the time I got home.
When I met with my doctor, he put me through several strength tests. And tried to see if pressure in various spots hurt (it didn’t). He then asked if, around the time I first experienced my symptoms, whether I had performed any repetitive motions.
In looking over the photos on my phone to do some blog updates, I found a few images I didn’t expect to see. When I saw what they were, I yelled out “Dammit!” but Liz was too far away to hear.
After work, Liz and I suited up to continue work on the office ceiling. To be honest, after a full day at the office… the last thing I wanted to do was get all covered in dirty insulation. But we were working off a new schedule, and wanted to stay on track.
So… this thing is still in our backyard.
Made a big push today, and got the rest of the guest room floors up. With much of the ancillary side work out of the way, all that’s left was to just power through getting the remaining floorboards removed.
Apparently, I won some award back in 1992 – the Arion Foundation Award for Outstanding Musical Achievement? And it’s posted somewhere in my old high school: North Central High School, in Indianapolis, Indiana.
The last thing I remember on the TV was Jordan Peele, accepting an Oscar for Best Screenplay. Or something like that, as I was rushing up the stairs to go throw up.
I started off the meal with a martini and a dozen oysters. Had a second martini with my steak, and it was quite delicious.
By the time we finished, we had hit our goal of four rows. Anything more, I think, would have been too taxing… as Liz and I were both moving slower and slower towards the end. So at least now, we have a solid sense of how much work we can reasonably get done in one “session,” whether that’s a week night or weekend day.