Ping Pong Work and Chip Board World

Fill the sink, clean the floor, put dishes in the water, clean the stove, start a load of clothes, empty the trash, wash the sink of dishes and put in some more.

Ping Pong.  Here.  There.  Back again.  No one's keeping score as long as the ball is in play. I'm sure there's a more relaxed way of doing but I bounce.  I seem to accomplish few things during the play but when all is said and done chores are completed.

This past couple of weeks we've tried to replace Andrew's floor.  The chip (Commingled Half-baked Interfused Paste) board had reached the end of it's life and was slowly disintegrating. This repair entailed removing carpet, padding, tack board, chip board, glue, two inch steeples and taking it all back to the two by floor joists.

This has been a comedy of errors.  Not only are our bodies not cooperating, the minds went on strike too.  I'm a firm believer of planning, measuring, and doing both again before a cut is ever made. We discussed which way to run the plywood...yes, plywood is replacing this mess of sawdust.  We decided first this way, then that and finally, because I couldn't remember which way we had decided I drew a big arrow on the floor so I would not forget again.

To see two non-agile people step/walk across two inch boards carrying power tools and big boards while praying we keep our balance would have made a great little movie.

I've laughed many times at old cartoons where a character would saw a limb off while they were standing on it.  Well, I even tried that, kinda.  I cut two slices through chip board in one section and stepped to the next to cut two more strips so they could be pried up with a crowbar. Having finished that cut I promptly stepped onto the previously cut piece and plummeted to the ground, grateful it was just under two feet. Didn't have to pry that chip board off...it went with me.

Slowly we have battled the deconstruction and the reconstruction.  To quote Hubby, "I ain't no damn carpenter!" but we've managed.  One more sheet and a tiny spot of piecing and we will be ready to lay the floor covering.

Another challenge was doing this without removing the furniture.  It has been the biggest jigsaw puzzle we've ever tried to piece together.

I'm Dating The Plywood...

Several weeks ago, we purchased plywood at a pretty penny to repair some weak spots in the lodge.  Well, the hubby has repaired maybe four square feet then he wandered off to fence building.  I'm gonna write a date on this plywood to see exactly how long this project takes to completion.

I don't complain, it is a waste of energy and too negative in a world full of negatives.  On the other hand with the plywood laid out in my computer room floor with all its wonderful arches and bows. I do get a little frustrated.  When my computer chair rolls me completely under my computer desk and I have to hold myself away with my feet, I get a tad frustrated.  When I rise, the computer chair rolls wildly across the plywood and ricochets off the wall. I am totally discombobulated.

I was thrilled when he had completed one area.  I proceeded to paint a section in Andrew's bathroom and about half way through, I realized there are no vents.  Now, vents are an essential part of our floor heating system.  So at this point the partially painted floor boards have no vent outlets.  I quit.

On the brighter side, the cows have a pasture filled with green grass for their tremendous pleasure.

After moving the cattle, hubby mowed the yard, partially.  All you farmers know how important perimeter fences are but hubby puttered along making groups of fencing so he can rotate the cattle and the grass will not be over grazed.  Pasture Management 101 was a class missed by hubby.  When his erratic fence joins into a nice whole pasture maybe he will realize I have been a farmer far longer than he has.  Maybe, just maybe, a light will go off and he will know I was right.

There is always hope.