The best laid plans...
Why is it that when you need consecutive weekends dedicated to a big project (
like
replacing all the doors in your house) that the rest of your house goes haywire? We've been buried with scheduled obligations lately, so the time allotted for serious
weekend-warriormanship was already limited. The door project was going really well; I could see then end in sight. I was knocking one door out each weekend, no problem-o.
Then BAM! The washing-machine self destructs. Gotta drop everything and fix it. Tear down and rebuild.
...then, BAM!
Just like the front yard, the irrigation system bursts in the back. Gotta be fixed.
...then, BAM! The awesome Baracuda Zodiac G3
robot pool cleaner-dude finally wears out it's rubber parts. A total tear down and
,....you know the rest. At least I found better pricing on Amazon and saved about $150 vs. our local pool shop. Still, it's not the fun kind of tool I want to be buying parts for.
... then, BAM! The guest bath exhaust fan gives it's death rattle. Inside, it's an unholy fossilized mess of rusted metal. Carbon-dating analysis puts it's installation in the long bygone era of 1979. I think the only thing holding it together is the rust.
Then BAM! The washing-machine self destructs. Gotta drop everything and fix it. Tear down and rebuild.
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| Frickin' frackin' rubble bumbin' mumble mud... |
... then, BAM! The Pool Filter gets clogged up, right as the temperature rises. The pool turns into a swampy-green, scale model of the planet Dagobah,
without the diminutive
Jedi Master
. A total tear-down and rebuild is in order,
with a diminutive mud-pie master.
. A total tear-down and rebuild is in order,
with a diminutive mud-pie master.
...then, BAM! The awesome Baracuda Zodiac G3
robot pool cleaner-dude finally wears out it's rubber parts. A total tear down and
,....you know the rest. At least I found better pricing on Amazon and saved about $150 vs. our local pool shop. Still, it's not the fun kind of tool I want to be buying parts for.
... then, BAM! The guest bath exhaust fan gives it's death rattle. Inside, it's an unholy fossilized mess of rusted metal. Carbon-dating analysis puts it's installation in the long bygone era of 1979. I think the only thing holding it together is the rust.
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| This weekend's recreational activity. |
I even managed to fit time in to break my shop's dust-collector while changing the bag. Enough with "BAM!" already. It's killing progress, and tearing an unwelcome, good-sized hole in our checkbook.
What's next?