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Because I can't bear to eulogize Doug - 2008-08-19
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3:27 p.m. - 2004-06-08
Can you believe we were in Ossining this morning and Mike wouldn’t take me to Sing Sing? The marble convict palace on the Hudson. The prison which inspired the term ‘being sent up the river’. I mean c’mon! It’s Sing Sing! And he wouldn’t stop. Poop head. My husband is a poop head. Okay, I know he had a client to meet. I know Sing Sing doesn’t offer walking tours or anything. But jeeze. We could have cruised by. I don’t have a prison fetish. I’m a history dork. Sing Sing Prison definitely qualifies as a Place with History. Would have made my day to go and see it. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Realized again this morning why there should be more women involved with the building trades. Mike’s doing some extra-contractual work for the guy who lives near Sing Sing. Hiro is a super nice guy and the problems with his house have been staggering. I understand he’s frazzled. Mike I already know about. He’s definitely the trees to my forest view of things. He gets all wrapped up in the minutia and neglects to see whether the thing is do-able or desired in the first place. Today Mike was there to layout a laundry room. The house came with one upstairs and Hiro wants it in the cellar instead. Okay. Whatever. All I know is if I had my washer and dryer right there where the clothes live the LAST fricken thing I’d do is move the laundry down two flights into the cellar. I’m goofy that way. Hiro’s got this wee bitty place in the cellar staked out for the laundry. And they are going have to route pipes ten ways to Sunday to get everything hooked-up and drained/vented properly. Dumb. Not only is the space awkward and tiny there were absolutely no concessions made to how laundry is actually processed. I couldn’t stand it. LA the Shark came back. Every bit of my old client handling skill was on tap and I went to work on Hiro. Turns out his main concern was that there be enough space left so he could have a little hide-away. No prob. Had Mike walk off some measurements, rearranged a bit, sketched a quick schematic for Mike (who immediately saw how the vent/drain situation was a 10,000x better with things set up my way) and voila! One Daddy’s Hide-away and a real laundry with a slop sink, room for shelves and a built-in folding table. Space for the ironing board, too. Win-Win all around. Mike and Hiro stood there scratching their heads for a few. They tried to find some problems. There were none. Then they tried to ‘improve’ it in that hiked-leg guy way they have. The ‘improvements’ were negligible, but they felt all manly again so everybody was happy. Especially whoever does the laundry. Considering that unworkable mess he’d chalked off, I’m guessing it ain’t Hiro. Persuasively, ~LA In honor of the return of LA the Shark, Today’s Pick: The theme from Jaws by John Williams
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