She must have been tired.

Call-out to Fletcher. I knew he was a reader. And I knew he was an intergalactic water guy. I failed to predict he would take offence to my rant yesterday about the Tucson Water Department. He left a comment in yesterday's post that (I think) somewhat defensively explains WHY in fact I need a 3/4 inch meter, the implications, and a cost breakdown that justifies and explains the clicking that was going on in the background when I was on the phone with his buddies at the Water Department yesterday. I jest, it was actually kind of interesting. I thought you just turned the tap and bitched about the bureaucracy!

Lite day today. I was going to get a wireless video camera so I could stream. Was going to have to drive up to gated community country. Decided between the camera we have (that I forgot does really good video), the iPhone and the iPad which both do really good video; we're covered. Instead read my book...which turned into a nap while listening to the Rockies not lose.

 An hours really hard work (don't tell SWITBO). The dust pan and broom are for scale.

An hours really hard work (don't tell SWITBO). The dust pan and broom are for scale.

But, before it got hot, went up to the Quail Manor to attack the kitchen floor. Regular readers may recall Ann's demolition areas of expertise are floors and fussing at me. She did all the floors. Except for the kitchen. She said it was stuck down really well and too hard, and I believe her since she does occasionally read this. You may recall a puny pile she generated in an hours work. Well here's the pile I generated in an hour on the same area of floor. 

 "Mini Mutt" Dust pan and welding gloves (a mining artifact) are for scale. I did no welding, but after the blister in the palm of my right (dominant) hand formed, I figured these thick baby's would be just the ticket. They were, but I still had the blister.

"Mini Mutt" Dust pan and welding gloves (a mining artifact) are for scale. I did no welding, but after the blister in the palm of my right (dominant) hand formed, I figured these thick baby's would be just the ticket. They were, but I still had the blister.

Being a geologist, she uses a geologists hammer to work up the floor. Being a glacier warrior (in Denver), I use a "Mutt" scraper. "The Mutt" (its brand name) is a seriously heavy duty scraper thing on a long wooden handle like a shovel. It's designed to take on the road ice that forms at the curb when you live in north facing house. It remained in Denver or I'd show a picture. The new neighbor kids borrow it to manage their glacier. Makes me proud. The next generation...

Anyway, I've used it for at least 15 years on glacier patrol. I actually have two "Mutts". The beast mutt and a more human scale scraper we call the "Mini Mutt". I think its original purpose was lawn edging. We found it in the garage attic of the Denver house sometime after we moved in and figured out we had a garage attic. So lord knows how old it is. I use it for civilized driveway ice management where the driveway heat does not reach. We also used it to scrape the tile out of the basement when we did that remodel.

When I say we, I mean Ann. Observant readers may recall I had an unfortunate incident in 2000, the weekend before we were going to start the basement remodel. Broken bones, hours of surgery, months of recovery. Of course, with my stoicism many may not even be aware. So, I was reduced to supervising Ann while she scraped up tile.

This time I did the "Mini Mutt" scraping and the tile is up. Took about an hour and a half. She must have been tired when she failed. Or, my superior skill and strength developed from decades of glacier management. As the reader, you can choose your preferred explanation...

I have every assurance from Craig (the contractor) they will be here tomorrow at 05.00 to attack the roof. Talked today midday and sounded like they were finally done at the other job. He will also be bringing paperwork. Maybe something to fuss about tomorrow!

Good news for the plants I dug up yesterday, some of which were going down hill fast. Jessie came by and took them to her plant sanctuary. She stops by periodically to check on Dan's plants. Either he or Ann read yesterday's post, or they just knew it was a bad idea having me transplant and summoned Jessie. So the plants have at least a fighting chance.