Saturday, September 26, 2009

Pearl's House

It's threatening rain. I hope that "threaten" is as far as it gets. (The Weather Channel says a 50 percent chance of rain. So, maybe. Maybe not.)

Lawrence will be here soon. The plan is to work on Pearl's portion of This D*mn House: the carport. To help make that happen, there is currently 350 pounds of concrete in Ladybird's trunk!

I visited Home Depot last night to get the concrete and met a cute guy shopping in the mortar aisle who couldn't help himself but ask the obvious after spying seven bags of concrete on my flat cart. "Pouring concrete?"

I couldn't help myself but reply with a smartass answer: as I generally do when asked the obvious. "Actually, I've got a list of people who I'm not too happy with right now. I thought I might make them some shoes." He didn't immediately get the joke. *Sigh* I am so misunderstood.

So I grinned and gave in. "Yes. Pouring concrete."

"Doing it yourself?"

"Sort of. I have help."

"You know how to pour concrete?" OK. Here it comes. I started to pull my cart away.

"I know enough about it. I do a little bit of everything except electricity."

"Really? I do electricity. So what are you doing?"

I briefly explained today's plans. He in turn explained a bad situation with a gas line. I explained that I had already had the joy of installing a gas line (when we converted the fireplace last year)wished him luck and headed for the check-out. He was behind me in line.

"If you can wait a minute I can help you with that," he says, jerking a thumb at my sizeable load.
I politely thanked him for the offer but said I could handle it. (Had it not been for the wedding band, I may have loaded the car much more slowly.) By the time he emerged, I was pushing the cart back to the door.

I should have told Mr. Mortar I have way more than help. I wish you could see the dopplar radar right now and the way the rain is doing this weird shift. It was raining at the airport a little while ago, with rain headed right at us. But now? The sun is shining through the clouds,

Lawrence really DOES have the number to the weather hotline.

3 comments:

StuccoHouse said...

Men at Home Depot make me laugh. I once was in the roofing dept. and hear some rustling behind me. I was trying to find some roofing sealant, so I ignored the noise. I finally heard footsteps behind me and a little shove on my shoulder...then feet shuffling backwards. I turned around to find two men wringing their hands and giggling like little girls. One asked me in a breathy voice if I worked in construction. Lol. I didn't have the heart to let them down, so I said "kind of." They said "cool" and then stood and watched me walk down the aisle. I felt briefly like a rock star (if that start did construction). Not quite sure what the deal is....

NV said...

Stucco -- What IS it about tools and cars specifically -- not to mention independent women -- that really tend to bring out the worst in some men? What? We can't leave the kitchen? (As if I'd be any use there.) :-)

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