Thread: Home improvements

So I got to plastering one wall. This was the problem wall as it was in a bit of a mess under the paper.

Now, I wouldn't go as far as to say I did a great job, but I did certainly a passable job, definitely good enough to paper the wall with the patterned wallpaper the wife wants.

The first pic is a not so great before as the sofa is in the way, behind the sofa was a badly blocked off coal fire.

So badly done you could see it through the previous paper, and it irked me.

I did do it last week but made a total horses rear of it, so did it again. Learning a bit every time.

Geek

I finally got someone to give me a decent price and had insulation blown in above my garage. In the dead of the summer heat i can tell its cooler in the garage and the wife thinks it may have helped a little in the house too. Cant wait to see how warm it is in the winter. I plan on getting a portable propane heater that i can kick on just to take the harsh cold out. Maybe even be able to work in garage when it zero outside.

While I have blown in insulation in the ceiling and the wall next to the house is insulated my garage the opposite wall (also with a garage) isn't insulated so in the winter it's still pretty damn cold.

I do hope that it will at least be 'comfortable' for you Jerry.

Working on the shelves for that shed I built before winter sets in.

and now I know what the VW feels like when really loaded down.

New roof truss supports needed, as well as 2x4 supports along the side and rear wall.
Will be three rows of shelves, 24’” vertical spacing, 23” deep. Along one side, and the rear wall.
Plus all the room above.

Will carry on tomorrow with it after work.
All part of the reorganization so I can carve out space for some smiths work in the spring.

I am so useless with home improvement stuff that actually impressed my wife by cleaning the dryer exhaust and attached a new piece of duct between the dryer and the ceiling. Feeling confident, I think I’ll try my hand at replacing lightbulbs this week.

Originally Posted by OCDshaver

I am so useless with home improvement stuff that actually impressed my wife by cleaning the dryer exhaust and attached a new piece of duct between the dryer and the ceiling. Feeling confident, I think I’ll try my hand at replacing lightbulbs this week.

Have her spin the ladder for you!

Dont feel lonely. I have known people who dont even own a hammer and screw driver.

One guy i work with i asked if he had a DVOM/ multi-meter in his truck i could barrow as the battery in mine died. He Said "No. But if I did have one Id just give it to you because I wouldnt know what to do with it".

Sad

Originally Posted by Gasman

Dont feel lonely. I have known people who dont even own a hammer and screw driver.

One guy i work with i asked if he had a DVOM/ multi-meter in his truck i could barrow as the battery in mine died. He Said "No. But if I did have one Id just give it to you because I wouldnt know what to do with it".

Sad

I can relate to that guy with ease. I did not own, or use, a hammer or screwdriver until I was 47 years old.
I was in the Accounting/Computer world, lived in an apartment, and had no need for tools. Then life took a major turn and
now, I have more tools than I have space for, including a multi-meter which I use occasionally!

Originally Posted by 32t

Have her spin the ladder for you!

Think it so easy? Let see you do it wise guy. How do you change lightbulbs?

Originally Posted by Gasman

Dont feel lonely. I have known people who dont even own a hammer and screw driver.

One guy i work with i asked if he had a DVOM/ multi-meter in his truck i could barrow as the battery in mine died. He Said "No. But if I did have one Id just give it to you because I wouldnt know what to do with it".

Sad

I come by it through genetics. My father might have been worse than I. But I can honest admit it. He thought of himself as handy. But some of the worst memories of my childhood involved him fixing things. I remember one day in particular. A small leak from the kitchen sink. He got under there with the tools he had and disassembled everything. Then couldn’t get it back together. Then he sent my mother to the plumbing supply asking for the exact same parts. The only difference was that there was about 50-75 years between those dates. While she was gone, he stayed under the sink staring at the mess with a flashlight and smoking cigarettes like he worked for Phillip Morris. When the new parts didn’t fit, he resorted to tightening them down with such force that he bent them so out of shape that the inevitable plumber had to do major work to repair. It cost him twice as much and fifty years later I’m still talking about it.