Down to hours

Crew-x is tomorrow morning.  Last night Mr. Bud calls to tell me that he's got a house we can salvage from.  Instead of packing and all that shit, I charged the bat's for one of my screw guns and hauled a load of tools out of the basement for today's "change of plans".  After dropping LP off at school, PW and I unloaded -STEPH-an 1800's era MORTICIAN'S COUCH and a bunch of salvaged wood flooring and and ancient moldings.  The couch was covered in pleated, black leather, had claw feet and dragons carved in the sides.  Too cool.

After that we headed over to a place with a house and barn that are being torn down tomorrow.  PW and I salvaged all the ductwork out of the basement then began on the old wood flooring.  The first room we tackled had only 1/4" flooring glued down.  Took an hour of tearing off molding and dismantling a closet to find that out.   The next room had beautiful, old wood flooring, but after another 1.5 hours I was frustrated, dirty, sore and tired.  I've got a busted finger and it was throbbing.  LP was due to get out of school and we had set up for someone to watch her.  On my last day home.  Fuck that.  I threw in the towel, packed up the tools and we picked her up early from school.  I did manage to rip the electric motor and fan out of the furnace before we left, though.  Not turn of the century wood flooring but I'm happy and LP is only in the next room (also pounding away on her computer).  Now, it's a quiet dinner, pack and wait for Mr. Bud to get here so I can ambush him with a bottle of vino.

See you cats in Australia.