No house blog today. I barely got over there again because the car got a flat tire on it. My car has one of those idiot lights that tells you when one of your tires is below a threshold pressure (26 psi in my case), and the light was glowing brightly this morning on the way to the train station. I parked it and went to work, leaving the tire to deal with after coming home.
I guess if you drive over to a construction site enough times, you are bound to pick up a nail.
Anyway, I spent a chunk of the evening in the dark and the cold removing a flat tire from the trucklet and replacing it with the spare….. which was also very nearly flat…. c’mon… ‘fess up, when was the last time you checked the air pressure in your spare?… so we had to pump it up as well (my son helped) and I threw out my back trying to crack the nuts on the wheels because the gorillas in the tire shops that put the tires on the car use air hammers that are cranked up to 11…. making it nearly impossible for a mere human (who isn’t a spring chicken anymore) to crack ’em back off again to fix a flat.
But we got it done.
Not my favorite evening activity.
Don’t ask about the rest of my rotten day.
Well, that’s my rant for tonight. My 15 seconds are up. I am hoping for a better evening tomorrow. The rumor mill says that the floor tiles will start going in by Friday.
Hey! I guess this is a house blog after all. Go figure.
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