In fear of actually finishing a project around here, I shifted my focusing to the efforts of building my shop. The divorce, now final, means I have to start making money again, dang.
So the Peabody, 80% done, and as an HT, lays in slumber.
As a place to record my newest piece of music, it is stuffed with the old sound gear to over-flowing. Being the room I was married in, there is still some JuJu swirling around when I first walk in, but this change in function highlights my flexibility, that all things pass, and I still have my home. Yippy!
The room lacks some trim details, three more light cans in the fur down, a bucket of KBK's paint, and a projector I can call my own. That's it.
The parade of projectors through here was almost a joke. Anything I could get my hands for a weekend would be brought over, rigged , and fiddled with until a watchable image appeared. The final analysis, after several case of popcorn were comsumed, was "Data grade" sucks, the sound is great, and that marriage and alcoholism don't mix.
Funny. I got up this morning, drank some coffee and started working on the huge kitchen window again. An hour later I pulled off that to fill in the big hole I dug to chase the sewer lines a few days ago. I decide to build the PVC floor drain while I am in there and head out to the HD for fittings. Stop at the bank for cash first. I walk out of the depot with pipe and a long "L" box to run the service wires that have been hanging wild on the side of the two story for over a year now. But getting back home it's dark, time to eat, and now here I am playing on the computer.
At some point I will run out of "things" to work on around here and will have to start finishing them, like it or not. jdb
Thinking the office installation needs a title, desk-o-vision, or something...this is in your house, right? 3rd floor? Large window to jump out of when things get to tough?