Cleaning Up Around Here

Well. I now know what it is like to be single. As I am single handedly cleaning the house, barn, man shop, negotiating with the township, fixing my motorcycle, dealing with the realtor...etc.

Township: I went to the township with our plans to split our property and felt like a total dweeb. Seriously. I was so blond it wasn't funny. I am new to this and quite intimidated. Serious deer in the headlight action going on. I had no confidence going in that they would approve the split because it was stupid plan. I should always go for my gut. I also expected delay after delay. The woman on the agenda before me sought a variance for her property and finally after who knows how long said: "I bet you're going to miss me, aren't you." Anyway, on my plan, one of the men particularly did the male thing and kept throwing in technical info that NO ONE knows about... not even him. Can we say Smokescreen? Anyway, plan not approved, but next run should prove successful.

The Man Shop:
I cleaned Dennis' shop in the barn. It was filthy. And by the way, how many drills does one man need? I think I counted five. Six. I should have bought stock in Craftsmen.

The Shop: I have never spent that much time in this man cave. Well, this is the enclave of the man of the house and really no woman should be exposed to it. I found nN porno mags, thank goodness.., but, there were other discoveries. I moved things, organized, swept, shop vac'd and couldn't believe one man could in one lifetime own so many fishing lures and drills. I was surprised to find boxes and boxes of treasured, unused, carefully sorted, some never unwrapped fishing lures. Big ones, small ones, rubber ones, plastic yellow ju ju's. And there were the surprising number of drills. Then the other electric tools, such as a band saw, with multiple blades never removed from their packaging. And the soldering iron... what was he thinking he needed to solder? It's a mystery.

Fishing: I had no idea there had been such an investment in the sport of fishing. I also knew nothing about the Porcshe. What one doesn't learn when cleaning up after an absentee husband. Try it sometime... if you think you can handle the surprises.

Motorcyle Diva: I also have began my pursuit as a motorcycle mechanic. I have grease under my fingernails for the first time as a motorcycle rider. It felt good to get under the hood, well seat, and check some things out. I left the key on and the battery drained... so there. It was an education. I really think that as women begin to ride in greater numbers, the mechanics of motorcycles will begin to simplify. Case in point: the battery on my Suzuki. This is found under the seat, very handy really. However, it takes rocket science to figure out how to get to it. Those Japanese aren't that smart, really. They could easily put a latch under the seat, one little tweak on a lever and the seat pops up and Viola! A battery.
But no... the Koreans/Japanese actually make you unscrew the passenger seat, to get to the screws of the driver's seat in order to reach the battery. Well, what is all that about anyway? Women would have designed it more simply. No need for all that toolage... just a handy little latch and away we go.

I also had Shammai today and his half brother Zion. Ok. these two ne'er do wells were grab assing all day. I took them with me on a 5 hour drive to and from Cannon Falls to drop off the horse trailer. I relished the company, but those two were non-stop bop. The first thing they did when the got out of the car and begin to throw rocks at things. Well, of course they did. I warned them: No throwing rocks at the trailers. The next thing I hear is CLANG! Zion threw a rock at the steel garbage bin. No harm no foul. About a half hour later, and lots of grab assing, Shammai takes a 4 inch in diameter boulder and throws it at a brand new trailer.
You can imagine my shock. The owner was also in shock. He didn't find any evidence of damage so emergency was averted. But, I made sure that Shammai was fully disciplined, sans the spanking. Just a few minutes ago, I told Shammai to brush his teeth. He came back to the porch looking very guilty, I said I have cameras in the bathroom and I can see if you're lying to me about brushing your teeth. Flashback: Uncle Buck. He immediately turned and went back to really brush this time.
Ha!
Took the boys grocery shopping so the little buggers have milk for their cereal in the morning. They were threatened, warned, cajoled and chastised. All in all they were average. But, it was great. The check out girl said they looked like really good kids. Well said. They are.


Great day all in all. I am exhausted! Tomorrow is coming soon.