Friday, September 18, 2015

Happy Birthday, U.S. Constitution. Even though I’m a day later.

It turned out to be a blah day yesterday.

Not necessarily for me, however, this time.

The day started with a call from my contractor asking/telling me, that the material for the siding project had arrived.

I told him that was patently untrue, that I’d never said such a thing and that the material had not arrived. He sounded very upset and told me that the siding crew was on the way to my place (seventy, seventy-five miles distant) and that he would call them  to turn around and get the material.

At about seven o’clock the crew rolled into the yard and after morning greetings they asked where the material was. I told them they were suppose to have brought it, and they commented that they supposed they could begin striping  the asbestos off the sides of the project and they’d brought enough corner and horizontal channel to outline the work space.

About two hours later (enough time to make the seventy mile drive with time to pick up the material) the contract foreman pulled into the yard, backed to the work site and a small cheer rose from the crew – until they all realized that not all the material had made th- trip.

It appeared that the bottom of the boxes holding all the siding had given way and the contents lay somewhere between the loading site and here, the work site.

I smiled a lop sided smile and came back into the house. I really didn’t want to see all this.

Three hours later the foreman reappeared with siding he’d found along the highway about thirty miles back and, fortunately, the packets of siding were tapped together and he only lost about eight pieces to road rash.

He did say that an eighteen wheeler was very unhappy with him as the material came out of the boxes just in front of him and he ran over one of them.

So I have siding. The project is finished. It remains, I guess, to be seen if the stuff was worth the aggravation.

And, Oh, By The Way,  it looks pretty good out there.

And that asbestos is gone.


From the reaches,

Ten Whiskey

About tenwhiskey

User tenwhiskey is also the author of this blog. He currently lives in small town Kansas in a semi-retired condition. His kids are married and gone (thank you). An empty nester. Divorced. Very happy with life as it is. Ten Mile maintains a personal blog here, writing of events as they appear to him; commentary, and opinions abound. He deviates into fiction as the mood strikes and creates flash fiction stories and short stories. He will not warn the reader when he drifts from fact to fiction. He feels adults are, generally, smart enough to figure out which is which. He does, however, attempt to make his fiction sound as true to life as possible. You have been warned. He, as time permits, writes and occasionally sells writing. More often than not he gives it away to various non-paying publishers of Ether Magazines, forums or for entertainment on a wall for in need of a hand friends. He likes candy, pies and a certain amount of strife. In the matter of strife - in his yourth on the farm, he became embroiled in a slinging fight. The fight involved lath as a launcher, fresh cow patties as ammo and it was a six way free for all. A little mud only adds (Umm?) a certain taste to life.
This entry was posted in Uncategorized. Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s