Do you know how often sleeping kids love hearing electric guitar? Pretty much never. I used to have a headphone amp device that made for so-so sound and looked like a walkman on steroids and probably cost $150. Who knew you could get nearly full amp sound with effects in the size of a pack of gum and for the cost of cheap toaster? Now nobody has to hear how rusty I am.
I have a years-long habit of buying the tools I need only after I discover I need them the hard way. This means that my first try at almost anything is a disaster. When the guys at Home Depot start chuckling when you come back in for the fourth time in a weekend, it’s time to buy better tools.
A couple years ago, because I did fine with baseboards, I thought crown molding would be cake. I spent most of the afternoon banging my head against the wall, and then the other wall, and then the other wall…
This time I had a proper miter saw and a crown molding jig, which is a must-have to get the angles and cuts right consistently. This weekend I conquered crown molding, my nemesis, in about an hour, with no head wounds, and lots of excuses to use the nail gun.
If you’re familiar with the alliterative ABC Dr. Seuss book, you know what the title of this post refers to. Unfortunately, the mice at issue were not making midnight music in the moonlight, but in our attic. The pest control guy said they had accessed the attic from tree branches touching our house.
Previously, Courtney had forbidden me from going up on the roof after she caught me pressure washing the chimney in flip flops (it was hot that day). However, with proper footwear and critters scurrying about in our attic, the widow-benefit analysis was much more favorable this time. So I got to go up on the roof with my pole saw. If only cleaning up the branches were as fun.