I bet I could build a really badass pack by hitting up a vape shop for a bunch of INR's and throwing those in. And end up with a $150 CAD pack that's about as good as a genuine Dewalt pack is, for about the same money.
18650's were free, salvaged from old shit. Took me a couple days to capacity test and charge enough batteries but that was "put shit in battery charger, press buttons, walk away" effort. And assembling the pack was <1hr and I got to play with a battery spot welder. Fuck it.
Some of them might have taken last week off due to spring/Easter break. Asphalt?I've called 5 paving contractors to get the rest of my driveway paid. Only 1 came out for an estimate, 1 other said to text details and they'd come out for a quote. 3 others haven't returned my calls.
Mostly true here, but it's up to the assessor to catch you or your neighbors to rat you out. Same with building permits. I believe the town that I live in assesses 1/4 of the property each year.I'm not sure how it is elsewhere, but here, if your shed has a foundation, even a concrete pad under it, it's considered a building and they want taxes and permits paid on it.
I don’t have one but I've heard enough complaints about it.
I have very similar dealMostly true here, but it's up to the assessor to catch you or your neighbors to rat you out. Same with building permits. I believe the town that I live in assesses
There does seem to be a link between one specific carpenter and religion. Must run in the tradeI’m unable to do anything, you guys know that.
One evening, the exhaust fan in my bathroom suddenly ran slower, then POP, seized, and smelled like burnt motor. That had me vigilant for the night. Old mobile homes like this shitbox like to burn down from that stuff.
My fans aren’t easily located and replaced. There is no drop in replacement at HD. I managed to find replacement(s) online that looked like they’d practically be a direct swap, or I could swap the motor... then I found out I can’t even remove the existing junk. Physically, I can’t do it.
So I used Craigslist and found a handyman. I’d been eyeing the listings for awhile and had a few tagged to call. Lined up a time for a guy to swing by (a father and son outfit). The dad showed up. His English was lacking somewhat, but we understood each other enough. He said they could do it, I showed him the fan online, he said order them and when they arrive, call us.
Then he said “Can I pray for you? I feel as though Jesus sent me here and I’d like to if it’s okay with you.”
Hey, I’m open to anything. Have at it. And he did. I’ve got no issues with that. BUT...
Two hours later, a knock at the door. I see two twenty-somethings milling about. Grrr I can barely answer the door these days, so I open the door and sit down, speaking through the screen door. They said their older friend sent them over to pray with me and keep me company, or see if there’s anything they can do, like pray over me, and how their grandpa was sick too blah blah blah holy fuckin fuckity fuck me
My neighbor has had a workman reseting her windows she had installed last year (they leaked) and when I saw him today, I spoke to him through my window and after some jawing and him removing the old fan and looking, I’m hooked up with him to do it instead. But, he too wanted to pray for me and I let him. It’s kind of weird that all these handymen are coming here and praying on me.
I’m hooked up with a good handyman to get my shitter fan fixed