House Repairs: Ceiling
Tore down our kitchen ceiling. Said kitchen ceiling is the tenant's kitchen floor, and it is terrifyingly springy. I found a rodent skull (I'm thinking rat - it was big!) but no body. We found enough rodent feces to choke a goat.
And we found out that are joists are 2X6s and are 24 inches on center. I think they should be 2X8s and 16 on center. And some of them don't span the whole distance. Being a landlord kinda blows.
Pretty full day today - Becca came over for P90X yoga. The worst DVD of the set, and the only hard one. I mean, no, I still can't do a pull up, but I'm using a band and think I will be able to eventually. If it's only hard for 60 seconds at a time, it's just not that hard. We went yard sale-ing for a bit. Then I went to my bosses house to cheer up her crazy old husband who is a crazy old dirty-joke telling handyman phenom.
And it just reminded me: I am effin' bored. Is that what my life is going to be? Is this all my life is going to be? Only looking forward to getting to the computer? I mean, retirement should be fun - we'll have the best games and systems old people can handle. But still. Why does everything feel so meaningless? I can't figure out what I'd rather be doing. I'm lazy, I'd rather not be rehabing a house.
My fear is I'm going to one day get my dream job (acquisitions editor for a publisher like Tor), and still just be bored. What is there to look forward to? Buying another building? Buying or building our own house after that? That might not be for another 10 years.
More Futurama comes out in June. Maybe I'll try to settle for looking forward to that.
And we found out that are joists are 2X6s and are 24 inches on center. I think they should be 2X8s and 16 on center. And some of them don't span the whole distance. Being a landlord kinda blows.
Pretty full day today - Becca came over for P90X yoga. The worst DVD of the set, and the only hard one. I mean, no, I still can't do a pull up, but I'm using a band and think I will be able to eventually. If it's only hard for 60 seconds at a time, it's just not that hard. We went yard sale-ing for a bit. Then I went to my bosses house to cheer up her crazy old husband who is a crazy old dirty-joke telling handyman phenom.
And it just reminded me: I am effin' bored. Is that what my life is going to be? Is this all my life is going to be? Only looking forward to getting to the computer? I mean, retirement should be fun - we'll have the best games and systems old people can handle. But still. Why does everything feel so meaningless? I can't figure out what I'd rather be doing. I'm lazy, I'd rather not be rehabing a house.
My fear is I'm going to one day get my dream job (acquisitions editor for a publisher like Tor), and still just be bored. What is there to look forward to? Buying another building? Buying or building our own house after that? That might not be for another 10 years.
More Futurama comes out in June. Maybe I'll try to settle for looking forward to that.