Well, the stairs and landing are completed for the motor home here in Quartzsite. I even managed to install the brass headboard for the handrail. While the project looks good, the Mittster, I fear, does not. In other words, the job kicked my booty for sure.
I haven’t had my tool belt on in ages and in the meantime, I have aged too (no kidding, Dick Tracy). The skill saw felt like it weighed 100 lbs. and after a short while the hammer did too! How can someone forget how to use a framing square after being a carpenter since caveman times? What happened to the measure twice cut once rule? I managed to totally screw up an eight foot, two by twelve. By the way, did I mention prices at the local hardware store are outrageous? I might add that also includes the two by twelve.
We do have pictures of the whole operation, but unfortunately, I forgot the camera USB cord. Maybe it’s just as well; I was pretty cranky by the time wifey started taking them. I will post them on a later blog so that the multitudes who read my blogs (sixteen now; I lost one reader last week) can see them.
There is a big storm heading this way today from California. Normally that would be bad news in the sunny lower desert, but I am on my hands and knees thanking God. There is no way I can work outside for a couple of days because of rain, which is the exact time I need to heal my broken, hurting back. I guess I will just have to relax, watch TV, eat pizza and vegetate. Oh, wait a minute…crap, I have to finish writing tomorrow’s blog, work on The Phoenix Code, continue reading the epic 1001 Ways to Market Your Books, and visit naked Paul at the Oasis Book Store to arrange for a spot to sell my book Evil in the Mirror this weekend.
There is no rest for the wicked murder mystery writer this trip to Quartzsite, Arizona. Who am I kidding, no one feels sorry for me anyway. Everyone should have it this bad!