You Decide

Tape measure or a contractor's laser pointer? Answer... both.

And Away We Go

The time had come. It couldn't be put off any longer. We talked about it, put tape on the floor, drew sketches, got a 3D model of what it would look like courtesy of Lowes and even purchased cabinets. The wall between the kitchen and the dining room was coming out. It was the next step. Had to be.

I was awake and working Saturday morning long before the alarm I set had its chance to wedge me out of bed. Erica's dad was coming over mid-morning and I had to get everything out of the kitchen and at least make it look like I had kind of started to tear things apart. He arrived and we immediately got to work taking out the cabinets, pulling trim and ripping out the floor. Day 1 actually went really well. I managed to walk away with a just one sliced finger. Just an FYI, broken tile is crazy sharp and won't think twice about cutting you deep.

Then came Day 2. Don wouldn't be around for Day 2. It was up to me and my buddy, Steve. He brought some tools and all we had to do was knock out one side of the wall and tear down the soffit. These tasks were somehow remarkably harder without the help of the gritty veteran. Not only harder, but messier. In our defense, we were dealing with some incredibly stubborn building material that we didn't have to deal with the day prior. Metal lathe in a plaster wall is beyond the realm of difficult to extract once applied and allowed to sit for 50 years. It borders on impossible. And I can't tell you how many times I missed the chisel with my hammer and instead hit the knuckle of my index finger.

But it's out now and that's all that matters. The studs were left in because they house some electric wires that I don't intend on contending with. And honestly, they toed those bad boys in with the biggest nails I've ever seen. After taking a few out, I was willing to leave well enough alone to see another day or two.

What did I learn? a) Sissies wear gloves when doing demo. Hence, I'm a sissy. b) When employing one of those 25lb crow bars, always know where the other end is. I was trying to pry a particularly staunch nail out of a 2x4 above my head and upon giving it one last yank, I damn near ripped my right ear off when the other end came crashing into it. Gave myself a good gash though and I'm having trouble feeling the entire right side of my head. c) That wall that we just spent a weekend tearing out wasn't original to the house. Someone actually wanted it there. Makes me want to see what it had looked like when it was first built. d) When your pregnant wife tells you that she won't have your child without a dishwasher in the house, just put in the dishwasher. There is no need to knock out walls and knock off ears, simply install a dishwasher and get back to admiring your freshly-built bench. But then again, it could prove to be a great arguing point sometime down the road... "I tore out a kitchen for you when I didn't even know your name."

Yeah, the larger point here is we're going to be parents. That makes us nervous. Mostly nervous that we're not ready to be parents and therefore we would be, by default, bad parents. So we join the ranks of every nervous soon-to-be mother and father in recorded history. It's nice to know we're not alone.

But it seems a waste of energy to be nervous and/or apprehensive. Kind of like that kitchen demo. I didn't know what I was doing at all. Several times a day, I would look at the still intact wall and wonder just how in the hell I was going to get that thing down without electrocuting, maiming or otherwise hurting myself or the house... and yet, there that wall sits, in many many pieces on my driveway waiting to be hauled to a dump (hopefully for a reasonable price). This is happening, whether I'm nervous about it or not and when it does, we'll do what needs to be done in order to be the best parents that we know how to be. Consider this a soft opening. Baby bump pictures (if I can get away with it) and possibly an ultrasound to follow.

Benched

We moved into our house in May. Since then, I've quietly gone about finding possible solutions to my tool storage conundrum. We have a nice bench in the attached garage that the original owner put in but Erica likes parking her car there and the bench itself would need some upgrades. We have a detached garage but it doesn't have any electric so I'd have to get an electrician to run an extra line from my box, out of the house, under the driveway and back to the garage. And even if I did get it back there, I'd still be cold in the winter.

A couple of weeks ago, I was hanging some sweaty clothes downstairs and the thought of a bench in a nook of the foundation hit me like the pungent smell of dirty running shorts... and that was all it took. I drew up a little sketch, bought the wood and began assembling my very first work bench.

It's exactly what I needed because I built it. I'm a taller guy that's always wanted a desk I could stand at while working so I made the height 47". I acknowledged that I'd probably need an area just a little bit lower for a vice grip or some other yet unknown task, so I put that in, too. All that's left to do is put a 1x4 face on it and secure some of those 2x4's to the wall.

It came in handy over the weekend when I tore the kitchen out. I had everything organized and easy to get to in one localized space. And that circular saw is just for effect. Totally not mine.

FUOH

(Sorry, forgot to warn folks there'd be cursing in the post below. It's belated, but you've been warned. Also, Brad shared this link with me this morning. Slightly heavy-handed at the end, but read and re-read each bullet.)

In college, Erica and her friend, Tommy, had a saying... Pave Canada. I have no idea the context in which it was used but I like it. It's funny and I wish it were mine. But it's not.

I found this article whilst perusing the Enquirer's site. That saying came to mind except more along the lines of Pave Ohio. Just do it already. And when you do pave it, use the same techniques you've been using. Make it half as thick as German highways so you are constantly resurfacing. That'll create jobs. This Kasich guy is on to something. What an asshole.

On a side note but not completely unrelated, Boehner said something about how the "people have spoken" or something along those lines. What's funny about that is Ohio had less than 50% voter turnout (48.7%). Traditionally, Republicans have fared best when voter turnout is low which means "the people" or "the republic" to which he's referring didn't really speak. And that's unfortunate.

One last thought but, again, not completely unrelated... if I took eight years to totally fuck something up, I'd at least give the next guy eight to fix it. Common courtesy, right? Where were all you tea baggers when we started two wars AND cut taxes? That doesn't strike me as being fiscally responsible.

Go To Glenwood

I was told about a little piece of herbal Eden when I first returned to Cincinnati back in March by a co-worker that frequents a lot of the Hamilton County (and beyond) Parks, weather permitting. I really do have to commend the park board of Hamilton County for doing a remarkable job in the face of a conservative sentiment. And, by no means, are these vast tracts of wilderness, but for Cincinnati, it's pretty good.

One such lot of land is Glenwood Gardens. I've run there a couple times on the crushed gravel path that meanders up and around the west fork of the Mill Creek and then finally finds its way back to the open field where it began. All in all, it's a little over two miles but it's a great getaway from my regular Simpson Loop.

So I took Erica there on Sunday to enjoy the day. We took our time taking in the sun. It just might be some of the last warming rays we get for a while. They also have a pretty rockin' playground if you've got some kids in tow.

Halloween was a resounding success on Wittekind. Erica has looked forward to handing out candy for years only to be let down time after time by a poor turnout. She was not to be denied in the C.Hill. We purchased 263 pieces of candy and somehow ran out. Accounting for a couple of taste tests and double dippers, we probably had 250 trick-or-treat'rs that night. It was a lot of fun to see the kids. Brought back good memories of our days on Nicklin.