At least a few years worth of lumber
I had to give up my refrigerator vacuum table because it's now the lumber yard. Three Yukon loads worth of assorted shelves and doors and then I have all the surrounding cabinets from some rich guy's kitchen. I also have extras.
I decided I was done and did not go back for the final load. My shoulder was twitching pretty hard. Good thing I loaded the truck with all my tools before I left. Halfway through the day after the first load I considered not going back but all my tools were there so I had to.
I initially was going to cut apart a lot of this wood. But the guy stopped me. His wife said it was going to the dump if I did not pick it up. There is no problem with me cutting it up. But when I brought out that power tools he did a double take and said No way. I said okay, no problem. Give the big stuff away to someone else. I'll take this piece and that piece on the next run and that will be it.
So when I was loading up the Yukon on that trip I packed every flat piece I could. That means I took all the shelves and doors from all the other pieces that I left behind. I wasn't planning on doing it that way, but that's how it worked out.
This made him very unhappy. I say him but that's my assumption. His wife uses that phone too. When we text I assume it's him and I refer to his wife when explaining how something ended up a certain way. For all I know I'm explaining to her how she fucked up.
The final text was him being unhappy on the thought of the cabinets being ripped apart and me responding with a nice little speech about how I am going to make great use of most of them whole and I will do wonderful things with the ones I rip apart and they are great value to me and I appreciate them and the Craftsman who created them and I will be treating the wood with more respect as I make it more appropriate for my life. I wasn't kidding. I believe all this stuff. Whether or not I fulfill is a different story.
He pushed me to get everything done in a day. I think it was an artificial deadline. I can see the guys working on the cabinets and will be working on the cabinets for the next week or so. They don't need the space right here in this little overhang outdoors. And if they did I could have shoved the cabinets aside to a different spot. It was just not aesthetically correct for them. They wanted them gone. So they pushed me hard for no damn reason.
He was annoyed he has to take the remaining ones to the dump. I told him I'd be back in a week after my shoulder felt better and cut them up and take them out if he was okay with that. I'm still waiting for him to get back to me.
I'm going to construct a small vacuum box out of one of the cabinets rather than use the whole refrigerator since right now that refrigerator is the lumber yard.
I decided I was done and did not go back for the final load. My shoulder was twitching pretty hard. Good thing I loaded the truck with all my tools before I left. Halfway through the day after the first load I considered not going back but all my tools were there so I had to.
I initially was going to cut apart a lot of this wood. But the guy stopped me. His wife said it was going to the dump if I did not pick it up. There is no problem with me cutting it up. But when I brought out that power tools he did a double take and said No way. I said okay, no problem. Give the big stuff away to someone else. I'll take this piece and that piece on the next run and that will be it.
So when I was loading up the Yukon on that trip I packed every flat piece I could. That means I took all the shelves and doors from all the other pieces that I left behind. I wasn't planning on doing it that way, but that's how it worked out.
This made him very unhappy. I say him but that's my assumption. His wife uses that phone too. When we text I assume it's him and I refer to his wife when explaining how something ended up a certain way. For all I know I'm explaining to her how she fucked up.
The final text was him being unhappy on the thought of the cabinets being ripped apart and me responding with a nice little speech about how I am going to make great use of most of them whole and I will do wonderful things with the ones I rip apart and they are great value to me and I appreciate them and the Craftsman who created them and I will be treating the wood with more respect as I make it more appropriate for my life. I wasn't kidding. I believe all this stuff. Whether or not I fulfill is a different story.
He pushed me to get everything done in a day. I think it was an artificial deadline. I can see the guys working on the cabinets and will be working on the cabinets for the next week or so. They don't need the space right here in this little overhang outdoors. And if they did I could have shoved the cabinets aside to a different spot. It was just not aesthetically correct for them. They wanted them gone. So they pushed me hard for no damn reason.
He was annoyed he has to take the remaining ones to the dump. I told him I'd be back in a week after my shoulder felt better and cut them up and take them out if he was okay with that. I'm still waiting for him to get back to me.
I'm going to construct a small vacuum box out of one of the cabinets rather than use the whole refrigerator since right now that refrigerator is the lumber yard.