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So. Today I spent the morning working at the clinic. It is really nice to have Stacy working there. She is the only actual paid employee; she works part time but is there most days, which gives us a nice continuity of knowledge we didn't have before, and this is incredibly helpful when I get a call from someone calling about something that happened two days ago.
I am very proud of myself for fitting in a strength training session before I went to the clinic--this required starting lifting weights about 7:20, when I'm usually sitting in Poang with a cup of hot tea. Yay me.
After clinic I did dishes and folded laundry, putting off the dreaded inevitable (except its very evitable--nobody's making me crawl under there but me) then convinced myself I would be happier when it was no longer hanging over my head. I put on the 3 days grubby BDU pants and fiberglass-decorated top, the 3 days incredibly grubby (because the easiest way to get past some of the plumbing is to roll along the dirt floor) padded overshirt, the large bandanna over my hair, the headlamp and the leather gloves and went down down down to the crawlspace.
Which seemed noticeably less dusty with almost half the plastic already in place.
No big surprises today. No fallen ducts, no baby opossum jawbones, just a hectare or so of six mill plastic to unroll and unfold, dragging it out of place in the process, and then drag back into place and pin down with chunks of brick and cinderblock I found here and there. I did the second two quarters (scissors work better than knives for cutting it to fit around the central pillars, by the way) and discovered I had about a ten foot stretch in the middle where the plastic didn't reach. Which explained why I bought the fifth roll of plastic, so I didn't waste 25$ after all. Since the duct tangle for the furnace is in the middle of one long wall it ended up being the last place I maneuvered the plastic. Which worked out well, since it was much easier to maneuver a 10 x 15 foot piece under it (including where I had to cut a long slit in the plastic to get it past the "leg" of the duct tangle that touched the dirt) than it would have been with a 25 x 15 foot one.
And I'm much better at getting in and out of the duct tangle than I used to be, although I still sometimes bang my head on the plumbing.
And now the plastic is spread. I still have to stop up that hole under the furnace but that will have to wait until next week's thrilling episode of
UNDER THE HOUSE!
And the question. Would people be interested in a somewhat-fancier album of the songs I've written since _I Promised Eli_?
I am very proud of myself for fitting in a strength training session before I went to the clinic--this required starting lifting weights about 7:20, when I'm usually sitting in Poang with a cup of hot tea. Yay me.
After clinic I did dishes and folded laundry, putting off the dreaded inevitable (except its very evitable--nobody's making me crawl under there but me) then convinced myself I would be happier when it was no longer hanging over my head. I put on the 3 days grubby BDU pants and fiberglass-decorated top, the 3 days incredibly grubby (because the easiest way to get past some of the plumbing is to roll along the dirt floor) padded overshirt, the large bandanna over my hair, the headlamp and the leather gloves and went down down down to the crawlspace.
Which seemed noticeably less dusty with almost half the plastic already in place.
No big surprises today. No fallen ducts, no baby opossum jawbones, just a hectare or so of six mill plastic to unroll and unfold, dragging it out of place in the process, and then drag back into place and pin down with chunks of brick and cinderblock I found here and there. I did the second two quarters (scissors work better than knives for cutting it to fit around the central pillars, by the way) and discovered I had about a ten foot stretch in the middle where the plastic didn't reach. Which explained why I bought the fifth roll of plastic, so I didn't waste 25$ after all. Since the duct tangle for the furnace is in the middle of one long wall it ended up being the last place I maneuvered the plastic. Which worked out well, since it was much easier to maneuver a 10 x 15 foot piece under it (including where I had to cut a long slit in the plastic to get it past the "leg" of the duct tangle that touched the dirt) than it would have been with a 25 x 15 foot one.
And I'm much better at getting in and out of the duct tangle than I used to be, although I still sometimes bang my head on the plumbing.
And now the plastic is spread. I still have to stop up that hole under the furnace but that will have to wait until next week's thrilling episode of
UNDER THE HOUSE!
And the question. Would people be interested in a somewhat-fancier album of the songs I've written since _I Promised Eli_?
