Today is my work day.
I seem to have settled into a pattern of doing a day’s hard graft and then taking the following day off.
Sunday was my last work day. I managed to shift the filing cabinet out to the front garden. That may sound like a simple job but for one thing – I had forgotten how fucking heavy filing cabinets can be, even after removing all the drawers.
Neighbour gave me a loan of a trolley thing [are they called sack carriers?]. The only problem is that it had been living unused in their garden for the last twenty years or so. It was rusted solid. So for the previous couple of days I had been squirting WD40 and oil into the axle at regular intervals, and on Sunday I finally got the wheels to turn, but only just. They are still very stiff.
So my filing cabinet now resides on the front lawn beside the front door. I might leave it there as it would be a handy spot for the postman to leave parcels instead of waking me up in the early hours. He dropped in some letters [through the letterbox] this morning and I would love to know what he thought of it.
Also in the front garden there is now a pile of desk. I got sick of checking the on-line advertisements so I just took a hammer to it. Very satisfying!
I started painting the floor too. It’s cheaper and easier than laying a new floor, or putting down carpet. It gives me a chance to constantly admire my handiwork too – I laid that floor around fifty years ago and there is hardly a gap in it.
I finally found someone to insert a door as well. It’s going to be a messy job but Herself wants a door so it has to be done. The noise and mess are preferable to herself in a strop. That’s to be started next weekend.
Today I would hope to nearly finish the painting [still a lot of shit to move first]. I’ll be glad when the whole fucking exercise is finished.
Tomorrow I shall rest!
“[are they called sack carriers?]”
You mean something like this?
Make sure that the door opens wide enough for Herself’s new bed.
Once my offspring stopped playing on them, I found that a skateboard is good for moving heavy stuff.
They are built to take really large heavy people, the wheels turn easily – good bearings, and you can steer it by just leaning the load to the side. They are very low, near to ground and by tipping the front (or rear) down it is fairly easy to get a load on.
Are Cat or Penny paw prints embossed upon the freshly painted floor?
Just a note; We call them ‘Hand Trucks” here in the States or at least I’ve never heard them called anything else. The wife has a real nice one. Heavy duty with pneumatic tires, built-in ratchet straps, and secondary drop-down wheels for carrying the load at an angle (supported by the wheels) or flat on the ground. It’s still a precarious thing when moving something the size of a side-by-side refrigerator though.
Glad you’re almost through this though.