I Made Progress...

So... I got everything moved over to one side of the garage.. again.. the stuff for Home Chicken's sister to come pick up is right in front.. a cedar chest and dresser.. that will give back a lot of room..

Lets see.. the wire I wanted to move.. I looked at it.. wiggled it and thought.. Hmmm I'll just shimmy right on over and pull it back.. WRONG!!! Seems like.. umm.. I have boobages now.. and they wouldn't let me pass through the space alloted betweenst the roof joists and the house beams.. did I mention I have a really small attic? I always say.. have more than one plan.. cause the first one.. usually doesn't work.. especially in this house..

Plan B.. I created a very long hook.. somewhere.. someone along the line had a very small cane .. that they left in the garage..wonder of all wonders.. ( mopping up that small puddle of sarcasm) so.. using that.. I also grabbed what was left of an old cane fishing pole.. and well.. 2 peices.. needing to be together.. well.. yep.. DUCT TAPE!!! I now had a hook that would be the pride and joy of any really bad talent show.. So.. reaching over.. I grabbed the wire.. and thought I could just pull it over.. well wrong again... Seems like this was the one place in this house that they decided to use those really old.. thick.. metal staples that properly held the wire down...

Plan C... Go back to where the wire was coming out of the ceiling.. carefully cut.. and tape the ends..cause yeah.. the power was still on.. hell it was just supposed to be ONE WIRE!!! and that is still part of the old wiring in the house and it probably connected something in every room of the house.. I know.. still.. but.. well anyway...I got the wire pushed back and wiggled the staple enough to where I could pull it back through it.. so.. back down that ladder.. up the other ladder.. back into the attic.. grabbing ny ever so trusty duct taped hook.. and retrieved my wire..

I installed a junction box to a rafter.. and got the wire down the wall.. by this time.. it was well into dark thirty.. and after a few bungled attempts at stuff after that.. I decided.. maybe LIGHT would be a good thing.. so.. I quit for the night..

Plans for tomorrow.. that is.. if what I am feeling in my back is just a trick and it really isn't broken in several places.. Aleve anyone? thank you I think I will.. Ok.. so tomorrow.. new plugs installed on the wall.. a shop light hung.. and the workbench moved to its new home..

I am so tired I can't even spit.. Not that I would.. I'm just sayin...

I Am All Set....

I have the wood.. I have the router.. I have the saw.. I have the nail gun.. and nails...I have the air compressor..I have the camera..Now.. All I have to do is rearrange the garage.. yeah I know.. AGAIN..and I'll be all set to... practice on routing... and getting to know the saw..

I have to move the desk i.e. workbench to the other wall.. pull back a wire to hang a light and make a couple outlets on the wall.. put together my shelves I got for Christmas last year.. yeah.. right on top of things aren't I?

Like the old sayin goes.."I am gettin ready to get ready!" or.. "All I lack to start is the gettin ready part!" Ohh that rhymes!!! There could be a country song there...

Pictures can now be posted.. well soon as the battery charges... We can all experience this together..

Oh.. and I have Lil Girl's Honda finally sold.. I'm gonna miss her or him.. hmmm.. she named it Izzy... I shall miss Izzy in the drive...

Sucky sucky..sucky...

Ok.. so.. term papers are graded and back.. Anyone who KNOWS me.. knows that I am ever too anal about my GPA.. and barring a freakin miracle.. I might have to succumb to therapy.. or something.. I am about to get a B...yeah you heard it.. a B!!!!
:::mumbling under my breath::: if the woman WANTED a scientific research paper she shoulda SAID so.. and not say something innocuous about.. the roles of a social worker in.. (pick subject here) And.. I know this is wrong of me.. but I DO assume a certain level of intelligence when someone with a masters and working on her doctorate is reading a paper I wrote..you would THINK.. she knew what the term addiction meant and not have to have a definition AND a source for said word. If it is a PAPER ABOUT ADDICTION.. wouldn't you THINK that would already have been understood??? Can you tell I am seething and about to turn green iffn I don't stop?

But .. what the hell I needed a good rant.

By the way. I got a 95 on my other one.. which proves to me.. my writing skills have not gone to hell.

Oh.. and my garage is cleaned.. yeah buddy.. push come to shove and another tornado comes through my neighborhood.. lil baby car can SO go in the garage!!! I should have pictures posted.. but they are on my computer at home and I'm not.. So.. use your imagination and picture.. concrete floors with nothing on them.. well mostly anyway...

Later...