I’ve been absent from my blog and from other people’s blogs because I’m doing a small project.
However, today I am resting my neck, shoulders, arms, back, hips, legs, and most of all, my hands; they are pretty beat up.
Because this is the laundry room, I planned on doing the work all in sequence so as to not have too many days of wearing the same clothes.
This was a new skill or lack thereof, for me, so I took advice from the good folks at Home Depot and watched a lot of YouTube videos.
I knew whatever YouTube showed was going to differ from what I would experience, but it gave me a pretty good idea of what to expect.
I opted to buy a wet saw for cutting the porcelain tiles. For them not familiar with them, THIS is the model I bought. I was going to buy the score-and-snap kind for half the price, but I needed lengthwise cuts, and the 24″ model was the same as the wet saw. Plus, I figured I could sell the wet saw for a tad more than half the price.
The other reason I opted for the wet saw is the heating vent . . .
I mentioned that the YouTube videos seldom represent what one might encounter . . . except when it came to the wet saw. They were dead on.
It cuts easily, it cuts clean, and it’s messy. I had a tray under it to catch the water, and everything was relatively clean until I had to cut that hole. You see, I had to remove the splash guard that normally keeps the blade from slinging water (water and fine particulate) on your face.
“Prepare to get wet!” they warned. So I did.
With water splashing on my face and two powerful floodlights helping me see the cut marks under the tile as I lowered it onto the blade I made the cuts; clean and quick and messy . . . but I stayed dry.
The thinset is curing now, and I’ll give it 48 hours before I grout the tiles. The installation has two minor flaws; two places where it fails the No. 2 pencil test. That’s a test I made up myself. In addition to the level, I had a No. 2 pencil (the kind without the eraser) and I ran the flat end from the edges and corners of each tile to the adjacent tiles. The idea was for the pencil not to catch at all.
Two dang tiles, in two different places, failed the test but not for lack of trying. I picked up, reapplied thinset, and relaid the tiles at least eight or nine times each. Those two tiles cost me at least an extra hour and a half.
On one tile, all four corners are OK but one of the middle sides catches a bit. On the other tile, three of the corners and the sides are flush, but one of the corners catches a bit.
Now that I am not dead tired, sore, and have some distance from the situation, I think it was probably flaws in the tiles. I had other tiles but did not think to try them. Oh well . . . hopefully, no one will have the patience to do a No. 2 pencil test on every edge and corner.
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I’ve not done any photography or writing for a while . . . except one piece of flash fiction I wrote as a comment on a blog. I’ll probably unsubscribe from the blog as they do not interact much with people who comment (and they don’t interact with me at all) plus they are making a big production of “buckling down to write”.
Still, as my only writing since — well, I don’t remember since when, so it has to be a while, I figure I should present it here. The post I commented on had a six-minutes writing prompt; write about someone who does not like lotions.
This took three minutes and is presented here with one additional word for clarity.
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I watched, waiting. The girl was picking flowers along the water. She was the right size to be of interest to me.
She slowly made her way closer to my position. I repositioned. Slowly, so that she would not notice me. I tensed as she came closer. Just a few more feet . . .
She reached for a dandelion seed ball, and that got her within reach. I pounced, wrapping myself around her as she struggled. I tightened my grip as she thrashed about, trying to get free. I kept tightening my grip.
. . . and then, she literally squirted out from my grip. Before I could recover and make another grab, she jumped up and ran off, screaming.
Oh, how I hate suntan lotion. All us boa constrictors do.
Another day of hunger, as I wait for a cloudy day, when people are less likely to slather lotion all over themselves.
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Eh, for a few minutes worth of effort, I thought it was pretty good.
On a side note, I’m thinking of taking a free flash fiction writing course but I’m concerned. While students rave about it, I have bad memories from previous instances where I took lessons.
Notably, golfing lessons. They messed up my game something fierce and it took me many months to recover.
Writing flash fiction, like golf, is something that comes relatively easy. What if “learning to write flash fiction” messes me up? I mean, it could help, too, but it would sure be nice to know the upside so I could balance the risk.
Oh well, I’ll think about it.
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Finally, I have this song as part of my YouTube playlist . . .
. . . and I recently came across this version . . .
I’m thinking of doing a rendition of Flight of the Bumblebee with my guns.
That’s it. This post has ended . . . except for the stuff below.
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