If only it had been sex!

[errantember]

I spent *five* *hours* drilling four two inch holes into concrete today.

Five fucking *HOURS*.

I should have listened to the Internet. I should have borrowed or rented a hammer drill. But *no*. I was too cheap. "I'm on a budget!" I whined. "I'm on a fixed income!"

Well, fuck me!

I bought a masonry bit from the Home Despot and it in my normal drill. I sat there with my entire body curled around the drill like some kind of eel, willing it forward into the side of the curb, quaking from exertion and tendon strain. I'd do this for five or six long, long minutes, then take a break. Then I'd do it again. And again. And finally, I'd stick a little rod into the hole to see how much further I'd gotten. The max in one 20-minute session? Less than one fucking centimeter.

As a result, however, I now have two nice cedar upright posts to build the rest of a little fence and gate around. We've discovered that the dog much-hated tendency to bark at passing pedestrians is almost totally eliminated by preventing them from reaching the sidewalk fence. Up until now we've been using some GhettoTech(tm) methodology for the barrier, but we go over there a lot more often now, and I'd really like to see something nicer. I'll probably swing by the Habitat for Humanity Restore tomorrow and see if they have any more cedar we could use.

Comments

[goudananda.livejournal.com]

I'm very poor as a handy man. Having the right tools, know how, not destroying what I've purchased and sitting and crying...literally, at my lack of domestic handy skills has taken some practice. The right tools though, cost a lot and unfortunately are necessary.