@highup is how far you butt into the doorway a matter of preference? Or does it depend on door swing? Is that door swinging out and toward the higher flooring? I am trying to figure out how far I need to go into a doorway where the door swings in to the room with lower flooring. I know I need a 1" gap between the vinyl plank and the lower flooring. Can I just end the vinyl plank at the door stop (the part closer to the lower flooring)?
Tire shop in town is great when they have good workers there. They've had a few duds. Two guys that worked there messed up a lot and were fired. There was a guy named Jose who had a beef with my best friend and passed that beef along to me. Gave me attitude, was incredibly rude, and didn't check stuff like he was supposed to when I brought my vehicle in. He was the one who worked on my brakes and I think messed up the rotor or didn't diagnose that the rotor was bad. Also refused to accept that there was something wrong with my wheelbearing. I told him that my friend said it sounded like wheelbearing and he said "Then why don't you get HIM to fix it?" And he was rude about other stuff. Called me a bitch under his breath. If the owner had heard it he would have been fired on the spot. Owner knew my dad and respected him. One time when I couldn't get roadside assistance bc the guy my insurance used refused to come out and I had a flat tire, the owner sent one of his people out to me to change the tire (it was stuck and my jack fell when I was trying to remove the tire). He had to mule-kick that thing to get it off and had a really hard time with it. Got it off, took the wheel to the shop, patched the tire, put it on, and had me come to the shop to get lug nuts tightened more. Refused to let me pay until it was all done. Only charged me $15 (cost of repairing a tire with a sensor in it). Another time my brother had a flat tire at a building right across from the tire shop-- maybe 20ft away. He had left it up on a jack. Vehicle didn't come with a spare tire when he bought it. Came back next morning and the jack wasn't there-- realized there was a new tire and jack was in the pickup bed. They had stretched their tools over to it, taken the old wheel off and replaced it. At first he thought his boss had them do it-- since it went flat while he was running an errand for his boss-- but turns out they hadn't been paid and relied on him being honest and coming in to pay for the tire. They also used to fix some of our flats for free since we were in all the time- neighbors peppered our driveway with rusty screws and nails so we had a LOT of flats.
Mostly rested today other than some mild cleaning and getting food for Mom. Had to change cartridge and cannula. Messed up on the cannula a couple of times and wasted them so I'm irritated with myself. So, it comes in this plastic thing that requires tearing off a strip, removing plastic, pulling off a paper thing, removing the plastic cap, unwinding the tubing until it is near the notch, removing a little plastic sleeve from the needle without dislodging the cannula from the applicator. For the first time the stupid sleeve got stuck and pulled the whole thing off with just a little pressure. Then you have to give the tubing some slack and pull back on the applicator so it withdraws into the container, you put move the tubing to the notch, and then put the applicator over the area and depress two little spots to make it deploy. Then you lightly lift it and put your fingers on the adhesive to hold it down while you remove the applicator. You then have to tell the pump to fill the cannula. You can do an extra step (that I do) and disconnect the clip for the tubing from the cannula to put on an extra adhesive patch to hold the cannula in place-- covers more surface area and works very well. I got a 50 pack of clear ones from Amazon. Had initially been using something that was like bandaids but was much larger and uglier. Have to peel the wax paper off the adhesive patch, set it around the cannula-- just grabbing the adhesive patch it comes with, and then remove some plastic from the top. I apparently didn't unwind the 3rd cannula all the way and it aimed in the wrong direction but was already on. 2nd one I was having a braindead moment and forgot to pull the thing back before trying to deploy it and it stuck to her skin without the cannula going in. I also kept dropping stuff. TL: DR? Changing a cannula can be a pain in the ass and you can ruin the cannula if you make a mistake.
My dad was objectively a genius. Member of MENSA. Had been in ASA (Army Security Agency-- aka army intelligence) and always enjoyed learning things. He had a bachelor of science in Philosophy and a Master's degree in Invertebrate Zoology. He took philosophy since it was the fastest degree to get and he needed it to get his job in federal govt. My mom got an associate's degree in computer science-- which is funny to me because she's terrible with computers. But they were still using punch cards back then. I do not envy her having to program in COBOL. I took COBOL and it sucked so badly and I had a keyboard to type things in. I can't imagine the annoyance of having to do punch cards.
I digressed. LOL.
In some good news, my friend put in an offer on a house and the seller accepted. She said she would cover the closing costs for him and will give him credit toward the downpayment if he fixes up some things-- paint, install new electrical outlets, fix a couple sagging ceiling tiles (it had some hurricane damage in the past but roof was replaced after), and he wants to replace all of the outlets and switches along with their cover plates. He doesn't like the style of outlets used. And we can get 5 gallons of drywall primer for a decent price. I think the workshop needs some tin slapped on the roof to repair a spot.
I guess its a good thing that the last seller reneged. This one was built in 1976 and will be cheaper to fix up. It is selling for more than the other house but is worth more with the 2 acres of land.
Tire shop in town is great when they have good workers there. They've had a few duds. Two guys that worked there messed up a lot and were fired. There was a guy named Jose who had a beef with my best friend and passed that beef along to me. Gave me attitude, was incredibly rude, and didn't check stuff like he was supposed to when I brought my vehicle in. He was the one who worked on my brakes and I think messed up the rotor or didn't diagnose that the rotor was bad. Also refused to accept that there was something wrong with my wheelbearing. I told him that my friend said it sounded like wheelbearing and he said "Then why don't you get HIM to fix it?" And he was rude about other stuff. Called me a bitch under his breath. If the owner had heard it he would have been fired on the spot. Owner knew my dad and respected him. One time when I couldn't get roadside assistance bc the guy my insurance used refused to come out and I had a flat tire, the owner sent one of his people out to me to change the tire (it was stuck and my jack fell when I was trying to remove the tire). He had to mule-kick that thing to get it off and had a really hard time with it. Got it off, took the wheel to the shop, patched the tire, put it on, and had me come to the shop to get lug nuts tightened more. Refused to let me pay until it was all done. Only charged me $15 (cost of repairing a tire with a sensor in it). Another time my brother had a flat tire at a building right across from the tire shop-- maybe 20ft away. He had left it up on a jack. Vehicle didn't come with a spare tire when he bought it. Came back next morning and the jack wasn't there-- realized there was a new tire and jack was in the pickup bed. They had stretched their tools over to it, taken the old wheel off and replaced it. At first he thought his boss had them do it-- since it went flat while he was running an errand for his boss-- but turns out they hadn't been paid and relied on him being honest and coming in to pay for the tire. They also used to fix some of our flats for free since we were in all the time- neighbors peppered our driveway with rusty screws and nails so we had a LOT of flats.
Mostly rested today other than some mild cleaning and getting food for Mom. Had to change cartridge and cannula. Messed up on the cannula a couple of times and wasted them so I'm irritated with myself. So, it comes in this plastic thing that requires tearing off a strip, removing plastic, pulling off a paper thing, removing the plastic cap, unwinding the tubing until it is near the notch, removing a little plastic sleeve from the needle without dislodging the cannula from the applicator. For the first time the stupid sleeve got stuck and pulled the whole thing off with just a little pressure. Then you have to give the tubing some slack and pull back on the applicator so it withdraws into the container, you put move the tubing to the notch, and then put the applicator over the area and depress two little spots to make it deploy. Then you lightly lift it and put your fingers on the adhesive to hold it down while you remove the applicator. You then have to tell the pump to fill the cannula. You can do an extra step (that I do) and disconnect the clip for the tubing from the cannula to put on an extra adhesive patch to hold the cannula in place-- covers more surface area and works very well. I got a 50 pack of clear ones from Amazon. Had initially been using something that was like bandaids but was much larger and uglier. Have to peel the wax paper off the adhesive patch, set it around the cannula-- just grabbing the adhesive patch it comes with, and then remove some plastic from the top. I apparently didn't unwind the 3rd cannula all the way and it aimed in the wrong direction but was already on. 2nd one I was having a braindead moment and forgot to pull the thing back before trying to deploy it and it stuck to her skin without the cannula going in. I also kept dropping stuff. TL: DR? Changing a cannula can be a pain in the ass and you can ruin the cannula if you make a mistake.
My dad was objectively a genius. Member of MENSA. Had been in ASA (Army Security Agency-- aka army intelligence) and always enjoyed learning things. He had a bachelor of science in Philosophy and a Master's degree in Invertebrate Zoology. He took philosophy since it was the fastest degree to get and he needed it to get his job in federal govt. My mom got an associate's degree in computer science-- which is funny to me because she's terrible with computers. But they were still using punch cards back then. I do not envy her having to program in COBOL. I took COBOL and it sucked so badly and I had a keyboard to type things in. I can't imagine the annoyance of having to do punch cards.
I digressed. LOL.
In some good news, my friend put in an offer on a house and the seller accepted. She said she would cover the closing costs for him and will give him credit toward the downpayment if he fixes up some things-- paint, install new electrical outlets, fix a couple sagging ceiling tiles (it had some hurricane damage in the past but roof was replaced after), and he wants to replace all of the outlets and switches along with their cover plates. He doesn't like the style of outlets used. And we can get 5 gallons of drywall primer for a decent price. I think the workshop needs some tin slapped on the roof to repair a spot.
I guess its a good thing that the last seller reneged. This one was built in 1976 and will be cheaper to fix up. It is selling for more than the other house but is worth more with the 2 acres of land.
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