I am in the middle of my bathroom re do. One of the things I am going to take care of is the little one inch baseboard at the bottom of the tub. POS!! I knew it the minute I applied it but thought I would leave it as it might grown on me. That was right after Rocky died when I hired my friend’s son to put in a new tub surround and tile. Plus the linoleum, I like the linoleum. However the kid didn’t know shit about tile as I did not know shit about base board application. It the based board has grown yellow and leaked glue on the floor, yes I cleaned it up multiple times. POS. Why on earth did I think I needed the useless piece of plastic/rubber/petroleum product? Well there is a gap between the bottom of the tub and floor. Granted there is like 3 things of caulking nothing is going to get in there, but it still shows a gap. So in an epiphany I decided to remove it, apply WD 40 to loosen up sticky substances and warsh it real good. I happen to have a partial roll of real honest to god plastic base board that has been used throughout the house over the years. I got the glue and directions and? I forget but I am going to let a piece of that history soften up in the sun and get busy making it purty.
In my quest to find the box of baseboard. I found a really cool yellow jacket trap. I do not have a clue where it came from or how long its been there. I found a double action Loctite syringe that is still full. I guess I haven’t been in those two cabinets in some years.
Mom came down from the mountains on Wednesday and we went and visited Rocky’s grave. I had taken the day off and so I invited mom to come pick me up and take me to lunch. The woman never lets me pay for lunch. I felt like she rescued me that day, I do so hate this time of year. We had a lovely day together. But while at the site, where the asshole grounds manager likes to destroy windchimes. I found that someone had draped my ‘lost’ windchimes’ over the branch of a tree near Rocky’s stone. How difficult is it to give a shit about your customers and their loved ones. Yeah you can make grass grow. big effing deal. jerk. So I told mom that when I am ready to go, I am taking the windchimes home.
Wednesday fingers crossed, The tree comes down. As it so happens I took the day off for a dental appointment here in town. So once I am back I will wait till all the ruckus is over and clock in.
Well, the young man of the house has vacated the loo, which means I need to get to work.
I love you, stay safe.