This weekend we needed to remove every piece of furniture and knickknack off of our screened porch, as prep work for a new paint job. Our porch is two floors up and I pictured all of us passing in and out of the doors a zillion times, finding suitable spots to store everything in the living room or carrying things through the house to the basement below. It’s a large living-room type porch so we’re talking about several oversized rocking chairs, other chairs, couches, end tables, a coffee table, a humongous rug and more.
To my surprise my husband decided to tie a rope around each piece and lower it down to the work crew (the boys). I thought that was quite inventive and I was impressed. Around here chores are more exciting if they involve danger, drama and strength.
Here is a chair that was lowered.
And a coffee table. It normally has a glass top. That was not lowered down, although the boys were expecting it to come down next.
The large rug was rolled up and then tossed over the edge (no photo was taken as I was yelling to make sure no boys were directly underneath). Their job was to untie the rope after each piece reached the ground and then carry everything into the basement below.
The last item left to remove was the grill. It’s located on a part of the porch that is not inside the screened porch. It was going to just simply be wheeled through the kitchen and out of the garage. But there was definitely some danger and excitement involved.
Hubs decided to open the lower front doors of the grill and see if the grill cover was still stored inside. It wasn’t but he did see a large wasp nest--right inside the door and about 3 inches away from a human who stands there grilling. We use the grill once a week but apparently the heat doesn’t get those wasps fired up. The old can of Raid left behind years ago from the prior owners sure did get them fired up. All the boys and Hubs crouched behind the screened door as the can was aimed at the nest and the aiming button on this old can of poison did not fail. Immediately about 35 wasps flew out and died on our deck. It was definitely an exciting end to the chore.
Speaking of chores, here is one that I needed to tackle and tend to take care of every week of the year:
I guess there is no danger involved with this chore. At least not when a new roll is lovingly placed close enough.
14 comments:
What a funny post - I can see it all in my mind's eye! And what a smart hubby to think of lowering everything by rope! We always get wasps in our grill, so I lift the lid veeery carefully. It seems to be a favorite spot.
Maybe if you made the toilet paper holder electrocute people, randomly... In fact, maybe I will try that at my house.
What a fun way to get your jobs done!
this is a fantastic post...and this is our house...if there is not any excitement or danger, then there is no participation.
my favorite is the end...the toilet paper roll atop the roller...geesh...again so familiar!
OK I LOVE the TP picture. Says it all.
I had to reread the post, because honestly, you lost me in to a jealous fog thinking of a two-floors up screened in porch.
Heaven.
Why Texas builders have not caught onto this trend is beyond me.
I want to see "after" shots!!!
We did some grand wasp execution ourselves this evening. Little bastards. What are they good for? Do they pollinate like bees?
That last picture pretty much sums up everything about living with males, doesn't it?
There is a gene on the Y-chromosome that blocks the ability to put the tp on the roll.
Lucky you to be fixing up your porch! Post pics.
Sounds like a manly weekend
Excellent job McGyver Hub..
but the tp thing cracks me up!!!
Thanks, friend. Now I have total porch envy.
The old left behind Raid can. It is ubiquitous!
And of course, so is that TP roll perched on the holder.
Would you believe we replaced our holder with the kind that you don't even have to disassemble to refill, just slide the roll on, but it still doesn't always get refilled? The hilarious part of it is when my husband tries to suggest that *he's* the one that always replaces it. In your dreams, buddy!
What is it w/guys and the t-p? They can change a timing belt but can't put on a new roll?
Super cute post, title too.
I can't tell you how much better I feel knowing that this TP phenomenon is taking place everywhere.
That is our master bath in the photo. The next day I went into the powder room and same scenario. Done by 8th grader. Look out future wives--it is genetic.
Nothing draws the males of the species in like danger! Sounds like a BIG job - I don't envy you the work, but I do envy you the porch!
I'm always impressed that my oldest, Fastidious Boy as I like to think of him, changes the toilet paper roll.
The boys must have been thrilled with the wasp attack. And by "boys," I do include your husband, of course.
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