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Throwing in the Trowel

This is an experiment with audio blogging while I am driving to Rochester. We'll see how it goes.
ETA. It went okay, but there were some interesting Siri-isms that got corrected below, which I may share in a separate post.

There are certain things you never want to hear from your significant other. Here are a few of them:

"Do these jeans...."

No. There is no way that sentence is going to end well, even if it doesn't include the word "butt" or the word "big."  I have no fashion sense whatsoever and this is not something you want my opinion on.

"Honey, do you know where Zoey is?"

That probably means the stupid cat slipped outside, where she shouldn't be, or she's hidden in some corner of the house that will take us hours if not days to find her.

And then there's the one I heard yesterday:

"The gutters are going to need cleaning."

It's not that difficult a job, but it involves working, to one extent or another, from on top of a ladder. I can fall off a ladder. I can fall off the treadmill – even if it isn't turned on. One of the trainers at my current gym likes to say, "You can't fall off the floor." Ha. You're talking to an expert here.

So I brought a ladder out there last night, just to do some reconnaissance. I cleaned them last year, for the first time in ages, using our shopvac to suck the disgust out of there. I'd started doing it with a small red – handle trowel, but there was just too much and too far to reach, so I improvised with a second ladder and got Hymie to do the dirty work.

When I got up there yesterday, it didn't look that bad. In fact, it'd been a pretty good winter for stuff not overflowing the gutters; there was just this Onnnnnne space that was seeming to spring a leak all the time. I saw no need for the heavy equipment, and started cleaning out, by hand, what little detritus was in there.

I moved the ladder along the front of the house, first on the left and then on the right of the front steps. I couldn't do it where those steps are, because there was no place to anchor the extension ladder. From the right side of the steps, though, I could see a particularly big pile of crap stuck right at the dead center of the steps.

I got down, went into the garage, and found a long plastic tube, which I used to fish through the pile and bring it closer to where I was. It felt heavy. I hoped I wasn't going to find something dead in there.

Nope. What I found, and what it been causing the leak in that one spot all winter, was that small red-handled trowel that I'd used to start the job a year ago.

And so, not quite a week after Towel Day, I hereby proclaim May 31 as Trowel Day.



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weebleswobble From: weebleswobble Date: June 5th, 2016 08:18 pm (UTC) (Link)
"You can't fall off the floor." Ha. You're talking to an expert here.

i laughed too, because i've got that skill too!

glad you got it done without falling off the ladder, and you found your trowel. i found mine today that had been missing since last fall. it was under a kneeling pad in the porch that needs a good cleaning out.

aaaaand thanks for the reminder about gutters, i need to go get mine cleared out now that its finally not raining.
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