Meet Katarina….

…and her boyfriend.

I’d say Fuck Joe Biden too but that senile motherfucker isn’t even in charge of where they put the plastic spoons he uses to eat his pudding with.

Nope, this is on those parasitic cocksuckers at the Federal Reserve and the minions they use to set monetary policy, like that little gnome Janet Yellen.

In case anyone hasn’t been paying attention to the inflation destroying our money and way of life, let me give you a very small example.

Those 3 sticks of wood trim and that small bottle of wood glue just cost me forty four fucking dollars.

The wood glue used to be $1.29 a bottle and the trim used to be about $3.00 each.

Now the glue is $4.49 and the trim pieces are about $11.50 each.

This piece of plywood cost me $50.00.

Then I had to pay extra to have it cut into 5 pieces.

I actually needed some of those cut down again but I said fuck paying $5.50 a cut and had my buddy dig his little table saw out and rip them down for me so I could make some 6 inch wide shelves.

Including the screws, trim, plywood, glue, 3 HD plug in strips etc. and I am into this little project for over $250.00.

Insanity.

Oh BTW, I am no kind of carpenter, trust me.

But I am trying to get this little work space I am working on figured out and finished so I can move on to cleaning out the crap I want to get rid of.

Part of that is figuring out how to maximize the utility of what little space I have laid out to use for this purpose and going vertical just makes sense.

Now a lot of the tooling I use for the mini lathe is right there in reach and not buried in a tool box drawer or getting knocked onto the floor from the top of it.

I’m thinking about mounting a small bar type light underneath that shelf in the bottom picture too.

First I have to see if my loan gets approved.

Just a small note here.

This isn’t killing me financially by any stretch of the imagination, I’m just venting because it pisses me off.

We are fine, thanks.

Sent to me by my good friend Irish.

Seriously.

I would imagine that many of you are the same way.

Umm, yeah.

Set it back down, go get 10 gallons of gasoline, dump it all around the shed while staying on the tractor and leave a nice trail of it away.

Get your 12 gauge and load it with bird shot

Then snag a long pole with a rag tied on the end.

Light the rag on fire and stick it in the trail of gas.

Fuck that shed and anything in it.

Fuck those snakes too.

Shoot any that try to escape.

So The Wifely Unit wanted to go out to brunch for Easter and had made some reservations for 10:30 this morning. As I had envisioned, I was sore as a motherfucker this morning from all the exertion yesterday, re-arranging the entire garage.

We head out and are supposed to meet The Kid and his girlfriend but of course they are running late because she didn’t have her shit together.

We finally got sat down, ordered had a nice meal and was working on dessert. The place had filled up after we had gotten there and everyone was just loud as hell for some reason.

Probably the never ending Mimosa’s they had along with their breakfast special.

One poor girl waitressing for over 30 people, she was getting run ragged and I felt for her.

Time seemed to fly by and as the rest of my group were starting to think about ordering shots of Tequila to wash it all down, I noticed that was already 1:00 in the afternoon.

Yeah, you guys do whatever the hell you want, I gotta go do the front brakes on The Wifely Unit’s hoopty.

So they all agreed that The Wife and our oldest boy would get a ride home with The Kid and his GF.

Works for me. I hauled ass outta there but had to stop and get gas on the way home first.

Have some sticker shock Phil.

Sweet Jesus, gas had gone up 75 cents in a week!

$85.50 for 19 gallons of Regular.

Fuck You Biden. Fucking Commie Bastard.

After that little ass raping, I ran home, got changed, opened up the garage door and started hauling tools out front.

Her car has been making grinding sounds for over a week and I was dreading pulling the wheels off to surely find no brake material and wasted rotors.

I already knew the back brakes are completely shot but I was hoping to save at least another $500 on the repair bill that Les Schwab was going to hand us next week because I am not doing the rear brakes again. My body can’t take it anymore and just replacing the front pads was going to push it.

I had to order the front pads yesterday because my parts store didn’t have them in stock so just in case, I called them to see of they had rotors in stock and yes they did.

I got everything laid out, pulled up my little Mechanics rolling stool that was my Dad’s and went to sit down to start in.

About half way down my legs just started screaming at me.

I finally just flopped down on the seat and then had to sit there with my eyes squeezed shut and my teeth clenched together while I rode out the massive wave of pain.

I’m telling ya, it sure felt good when it quit hurting.

Off with the hubcap and wheel and started taking a peek at the rotor on the driver’s side where it sounded like the grinding was coming from.

Looked good on the outside so I gently ran my finger across the back side. Miracle of miracles, it wasn’t eaten up.

Since the wife was home by then I ran up and bought the pads and skipped the new rotors.

It hurt like a bastard every time I had to get up and sit back down but I finally got both sides done.

Just, in time too.

Not much left there before it started eating the rotors.

We got our monies worth out of that set for sure.

I took it for a test drive, came back and popped off the left front plastic hubcap because I was hearing a chirp every time that wheel went around . Some of the retaining tabs have been broken for years and sometimes it makes noise as it rotates.

Took off again, no noise anymore and tested the brakes several times.

No more grinding from the front and no more chirping after I put the hubcap back on either.

Yay me.

Tomorrow it goes in for two new front tires, a complete rear brake job and then we will see if they come back with some front suspension/steering issues because it certainly needs an alignment too.

The inner edge of the drivers side front tire was worn pretty good but not dangerously so.

I had to take several breaks but I finally got everything put back away and then came in the house to collapse in my recliner.

I can’t wait to see how sore I’m going to be tomorrow, the second day is always the worst.

But for right now I can just chill out and enjoy the rest of a nice day.

As it is right now I had to take multiple pain pills throughout the day just to get it done.

Sometimes I’m just too damn hard headed.

I should have called around and seen if anyone was available to help.

But because it was the first really nice day around here in a couple weeks, something tells me everyone would have been busy anyway though.

Pretty much everything in these two pictures except the big red toolbox got moved today.

And I am wiped clear out now.

My lower back and my legs are done in.

Especially my legs.

I couldn’t tell you how many times I had to sit down and take a break.

At one point it was every three or four minutes.

But I got it done.

Now that I have everything situated, I am going to go through that big white cabinet and the big black file cabinet, sort out stuff to keep and get rid of both of them.

Then all the crap in the whole garage is going to get gone through and a whole bunch of it is going.

If you look closely, you will notice that I moved all the machines into a square with a good size opening in the middle and all of them except the grinders are facing in.

I am going to get a rolling architect’s stool and set it in the middle so I can just roll around from machine to machine and the main cabinets without having to get up.

Something like this, with wheels.

This is long overdue and is partly the result of being nagged at for years.

It’s going to work good for me and somebody else better damn well be happy too.