Nearly there now

Back in business: Herself's new-look office.

Back in business: Herself's new-look office.

Seven weeks after the shit monsoon, the basement is 99 percent finished. Drywall, carpet, vinyl and tile all have been installed and Herself’s office and bathroom resurrected. All we’re waiting on is a special-order door for the loo. Until it arrives, Herself will have to endure visitations from Turkish and Mia Sopaipilla while she is perched atop the throne, thumbing though Vogue.

Upstairs, the dishwasher, which blew up at about the same time as the basement, has been repaired. Everything removed from downstairs has been returned to its rightful place or disposed of, and now a guy can walk from room to room without twisting an ankle or barking a shin.

Seven weeks ago, this crapper was a shithouse.

Seven weeks ago, this crapper was a shithouse.

While the basement was undergoing its restoration, every square inch of upstairs storage in this place was filled to overflowing, and I went through it like Sherman did Georgia.

The oldest Macs and various accessories went to the recycler β€” the Quadra 650, the Power Computing PowerBase 200MT, the PowerBook 2300c with MiniDock, a Tandy laptop, a UMAX SCSI scanner and an HP inkjet printer. The office G4 450MHz “Sawtooth” Power Mac, two MacBooks, two iBooks, a G3 500MHz “Pismo” PowerBook and an Asus Eee PC survived the purge, so we’re not exactly back to chisels and tablets here.

Meanwhile, the Sawtooth has been enhanced with a 250GB FireWire drive, so I can finally back up its internal drives, one of which has been making some dire noises of late (it’s only 10 years old, f’chrissakes). That will have to wait for tomorrow, however. Today I’m in the barrel at, where the chamois-sniffers will soon be congregating, desperate for news about Lance Armstrong’s collarbone surgery.

I never got surgery for either of mine, probably because my health insurance sucked. And I could have used a little savvy knifework on the second break, which was nasty. Says my doc: “The good news is, as long as all the fragments show up on the same bit of X-ray film, the break will heal. Eventually.”

13 Responses to “Nearly there now”

  1. Boz Says:

    Looks good, a nice new work environment is always great. Sorting out all the accumulated crap was a plus to the project, I’m sure. I’m doing the same, since the wife handed me the walking papers. I’ve decided to travel light and get rid of a bunch of stuff. Like cleansing the soul, so to speak.

  2. Patrick O'Grady Says:

    Damn, Boz, sorry to hear you got the heave-ho. That happened to Herself once, and it ended badly, as she woke up married to me some years later.

    And yeah, there’s something liberating about discarding stuff, especially if you can put it to work elsewhere. All my old MacCrap will be recycled instead of added to a landfill, and various other unused (and unsoiled) household items went to a local thrift shop.

    Now, if I ever get shown the door, it’s gonna be me, a laptop, some drawing tools, a duffel of duds and some camping gear in the ’83 Toyota longbed. This home-ownership dodge ain’t all it’s cracked up to be for a ramblin’ man.

  3. khal spencer Says:

    You take care, Boz, and I’m sorry to hear the news.

    My first wife had the good sense to hand me my hat and coat rather than doing the whole “death do us part” routine in a sullen manner, married to a manic personality who alternated between bouncing off the walls and running mass spectrometers till well past midnight.

    Cleaning out the apartment, I lined up close to twenty big plastic garbage bags full of God knows what along side the road for the garbage men to take. That was a mental as well as a literal purging of junk. I left emotionally lightened and started putting in 5,000 mile years on my new, post property settlement 1985 Cannondale “boneshaker”, which is how I remember their original aluminum road bike.

    Jeeze, Patrick. If you get shown the door, you can’t even stomp back off to Weirdcliffe, can you?

  4. Patrick O'Grady Says:

    Hey, K β€” Yep, I’m hosed. We sold the joint and flushed the proceeds down the Wall Street loo. Now I can’t even afford a motel-room hideout when the in-laws come to visit. I need a pop-up camper for the Toyota.

  5. khal spencer Says:

    Did you see the Frontline show last night: “Ten Trillion and Counting”?

  6. Patrick O'Grady Says:

    Hey, K β€” Nope, we were watching “Cadillac Records,” a multiple-personality biopic devoid of acting, barring the dude that played Little Walter, who chewed manfully upon the scenery. That was depressing enough.

  7. Libby Says:

    Nice rooms. Very comfortable and airy looking for the humans and comfy
    perches and hide-y holes for the kitties.

    A random note about the magazine publishing industry: Two magazines that I subscribed to ceased publication this year (“Country Home” and [Mary Engelbreit’s] “Home Companion”}. I used to purchase “Cottage Living” – ended in December and “Simple Scrapbooks” ends this Spring. My sister gives me a ‘mercy’ subscription to “The Atlantic”.

  8. James Says:

    So, what’s the over/under that LA’s surgically repaired clavicle allows him to race sooner than the seven weeks to get the office/lavatory fiasco in the O’Grady abode fixed?

    It looks like the SM has been good (as if any SM could be good), as it looks like the workmen did an excellent job – special order door not withstanding. Best of luck with this go-round. Hopefully the city/county nobs know what to do the next time they decide to flush the sewer system.

  9. John Says:

    I have to echo Khal on this one, you missed a very interesting Frontline Tuesday night. It was so well made that even I understood it, which is why I haven’t slept well since. Scary stuff. Long story short, it basically said that economically we’re heading off a cliff. By comparison, the cliff the economy is going off of right now may be the size of the curb in front of your house. The real reckoning hasn’t even begun.

    The film makers described in some detail the consequences of Americans’ love of government services (including war) but hate to pay taxes. Americans were basically described as a bunch of spoiled 8 years olds who can never be told “no” or “you’ll have to pay for it” by their elected representatives. Which sounds about right to me. As a result we have this debt that I see no way of ever paying back.

    The one thing the film makers omitted though was any mention of the yearly cost of the interest on this debt, which I understand is a healthy part of the federal budget. We’re borrowing money to pay the interest on the debt. Sort of like using Visa to pay Mastercard.

    Long story short, we’re screwed. Maybe it was best that you missed it. On the other hand, if you don’t have enough to keep you up at night go to the link that Khal provided and watch it on line.

    Anyone hear any good news lately? I could use some.

  10. Joey Says:

    Jesus. Just watched that PBS program through your link, Khal. I knew we were bad off, but this just lays it even wider open.

    I’m beginning to seriously consider 1. Moving to some other, less retarded country, or 2. Living like a hermit in the mountains, with no contact with anything but that which has been here since the beginning of time.

  11. khal spencer Says:

    Thanks, John, for the synopsis. Yes, its scary. The old expression “the light at the end of the tunnel is the oncoming train” comes to mind.

  12. Boz Says:

    Do we actually have enough intelligent people running this country to put a cohesive plan together to save our way of life? The cream just doesn’t seem to rising be to the surface like is needed on this disastrous chapter of our history. The other day my computer went bananas and seem to have died. I did a system restore to a few days back, and it’s running a good as ever. Wish we could do that with our economy and foreign policy. Reset before the Dubya years.

  13. James Says:

    The point of John’s post is: our way of life is screwed, dude. No matter how intelligent you think you may be – in the words of Harold Ramis and Bill Murray – “That’s a FACT, Jack!” The fact that we as taxpaying citizens want T-bone lifes but are only willing to pay ground chuck prices for it should tell you something. If you are not willing to pay the price, you may not get anything in return. The cold hard fact, no matter how you look at it, is: the economy is in for a long road back to where it was only a few months ago.

    The intelligent people will know that even that was not built on a quality economic principle. So in order to weather this storm, you will need to save the money you make, spend it wisely, pay your taxes (income, sales, use, sin, whatever), and pray that it won’t get much worse.

    Live like a pauper and you may prosper in a few years.

    Spend wildly and you may not.

    Your choice in that matter….choose wisely beccause you don’t get a restore function on some of this stuff.

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