Me vs. Lumber

For some reason, today was my day to abuse lumber.

As happens in October, business is relatively slow at my work. However, hours are very short because they recently started to hire temporary/holiday/whatever help, which means that my hours have gone way done, unfortunately. On the upside, I also have 50-something hours of vacation time coming to me, so I can parcel that out to augment the hours I work so I don't go broke right away.

On the upside, this gives me time to work on some other things. Right after I moved out, my mom sent me an e-mail saying that she and my dad would pay me for painting their fence. The fence hasn't been painted in quite some time. I think Amanda painting back in 2002 or something. I put it off at first because I moved out in the end of May, so the idea of painting a fence in 90-to-100 degree weather wasn't too thrilling. I know my some people won't be too thrilled about doing it in 50-60 degree weather, but for me that's about right...its cool enough that I don't sweat every much.

I actually started on Friday with the scraping. At first I was told "sanding", so I had these images in my head about having to go along the whole fence with a piece of sandpaper. However, I just had to use a wire brush. It still took a while...two or so hours on Friday and another two or so today, and I fear my respiratory system has a fine layer of sawdust on it. I probably would of done it faster today, but I couldn't paint since it's suppose to rain, so I went slower.

Anyways, when I was done with that and was eating a dinner my mom was kind enough to cook for me, I got a call from my friend Gary. Gary came back from Afghanistan a few months ago, and used the pay he got from that to pay for a house. It's just a little one-level house in Layton, but it works for a first house. However, the people who owned the house before left quite a bit of junk in the yard. So he happened to call me as I was eating dinner, and since I was in town anyways, I drove over to help. There was a fair-sized pile of wood that had been there long enough that it was starting to rot and had roots, worms, and bugs in it. I'm sure there are a bunch of angry bugs in that lawn tonight. It will be a bit of a project for him, but I suppose most new houses are.

To put a end to the story, I then came home, did the world a favor and took a shower, and sat down and wrote this. I know it's not the most exciting blog ever (again, see the title of the blog), but I felt somewhat inclined to post one since everyone else did, too. I can't be the only Haun kid who didn't blog this week.