Turns Out ‘Handyman’ Is Not a Personality Trait

Can't wait to see how this is going to end - probably with me yelling "Are you fucking kidding me?". Rob and Grady have started to renovate the basement. Two generations of Weatherall's working together is always fraught with risk, even more so when it involves cables, the fuse box and wi-fi.

Grady is griping about safety precautions, especially after Rob threw a hammer at him. He actually only dropped it, but Grady is prone to the dramatic. It doesn't help that their approaches to the renos are diametrically opposed, and words are flying fast and furious. Well, it's more so Grady who apparently now requires a tetanus shot due to an unfortunate nail placement but that's not as bad as him breathing in toxic mould (a dime sized black speck under the window) or stepping in a cold puddle when bringing in the first sheet of drywall.

Watching them carry the drywall down the stairs was comedy gold all by itself, until Grady almost died. Oh, and the best part it hasn't even been an hour yet.

Day 2 of the renovations and I still have a husband and a son relatively intact. Grady, of course would probably disagree, because when Rob threw (dropped) a saw at him, it impaled his shirt and almost (not even close) removed a certain appendage (a la John Wayne Bobbitt). Like I said, he is a little bit drama prone.

To be fair he did spend an inordinate amount of time laboriously carving away drywall to accommodate a window. After completion of this task, he mentioned how a sawsall (spelling?) would have made the chore so much easier, at which point Rob helpfully offered up that he did in fact have said tool in the garage. Grady was not even remotely impressed.

Despite advice to vacate the house immediately, I decided to stay and offer helpful suggestions. However, it would appear they were considered neither wanted nor helpful and I was unceremoniously booted from the basement. We did have one casualty, my floor lamp which bit the (drywall) dust after losing a fight with Grady.

Although I was quite happy to forgo that particular lighting for the time being, the intrepid duo took that as an excuse to spend the rest of the afternoon in Home Depot. They did extend an invitation for me to join them, but truthfully, I'd rather have a root canal. Upon their return they were positively giddy with excitement, toting an armful of new tools, declaring to make today's endeavours much easier. Only time will tell.

This post goes out to Selina, a faithful follower of my blog ❤