I am finished decorating the mixer… for now.
I liked John‘s and Woodstock‘s suggestion of decorating an otherwise boring home appliance. I called Krylon, makers of Paint That Sticks To Anything, and got some recommendations on the type to look for. Based on the cost and my lack of artistic merit in this sort of endeavor, I don’t think the flames motif would work. I have some ideas that I’d like to toss out for opinion…
My KitchenAid mixer had been making abnormal noises during the last few batches of cookies. This afternoon, while subjected to my bagel dough, it gave out entirely. Because I am:
- and cheap
- and middle-aged
it would be a safe bet that I’ll take it apart to determine if I can fix it. If my 16 year-old mixer is better off as scrap metal, I’d replace it with either the equivalent model, but in flour-hiding white, would run about $229 at Amazon or, more likely, I’d rationalize the sport utility mixer with the megawatt motor and flux capacitor.
Regardless of the outcome, I get to be sort of like an engineer for part of the evening.
Let’s rip ‘er open… Pictures ahoy!
(When I get back, I’m migrating off of WordPress. It’s got Yet Another Bug whereby if I embed a table, it’ll arbitrarily delete it after a couple of edits. This. Bleeping. Blows.)
The actual roof work finally started and finished while I was traveling. This was great for me because I avoided all of the pounding, shaking, and disruption. And, as I was 5,000+ miles and nine time zones away, it was out of my “circle of concern,” I just let things occur. When I got home, the gutter guys had just finished adjusting the overhang.
In our last episode, there was a sizeable difference between the two roofing quotes. I had two more scheduled, expecting them to be somewhere in the middle of the range, optimistic they’d be on the lower side. Hah!
The representative for Company Three did the initial inspection while I was in Houston. He came by Wednesday to present the quote and answer questions. I’ve looked at this stuff enough now that I probably didn’t need to be there, but my better half wanted to look at shingle samples.
I don’t remember why, but my Used Car Salesman BS Shields clicked on very early into the meeting. When this happens, there’s an instinctive reaching for my posterior, not to scratch, but to ensure my wallet’s still in my back pocket. Anyway, I had pretty quickly decided I didn’t want to do business with this guy, but it would be useful to see the quote in case my gut feel was wrong.
He bragged about how they were one of a small handful of roofing companies to whom the secret knowledge of applying Certainteed shingles was revealed, empowering them to offer a longer warranty than anyone else. After disbelief, the next thought was “Oh, boy, this is going to be expensive.” And “I wonder how much.”
The Packet O’ Information was handed over. As I flipped through to The Bad News Section, he asked “Am I in the ballpark?”
I paused before I could say something clever like “only if you mean a totally different ballpark, like Fenway.”
Our Hero: “No, your estimate is the most expensive, nor does not include replacement of the gutters.”
(I wanted to also tell him 50% down is *not* going to happen, but it wasn’t necessary.)
Villain: (looks toward sky) “Gutters would cost $1,800.” (This was 2/3 everyone else.)
Our Hero: (silence)
The Villain: blah blah blah “prices going up in mid November” blah blah blah “commit to a new roof by then, I can cut you a deal.”
Our hero: “What kind of deal?”
The Villain: “I’ll knock the gutter price down to $900.”