Sunday, Sunday, Sunday.  Growing up there used to be a commerical played over the weekends enticing people to visit and shop a newly developed neighborhhod.  At the time, the neighborhood was quite the drive from anything happening in Big City #1.  The annoucer used to talk about the quite serene neighborhoods all while yelling into the mic.  Hello, it is an advertisement on the radio.  He did not need to yell.  The ticket about this weekend tradition was that potential buyers could not shop on a Saturday when the rest of the world shopped.  Hell no, they had to come on Sunday, Sunday, Sunday!!!  As a child the commericals annoyed the crap out of me.  Looking back as an adult, the commericals annoy the crap out of me still.  It has something to do with being yelled at and hating loud things.  I was probally the only child in the world who never wanted to play the drums.  Loud is just not for me.

Have I ever mentioned my life is LOUD. There is the Kid who came into the world loud, the chompy dog who barks at her own shadow, your shadow, and invisible shadows, the tools, and now the rooster.  LOUD.  Well SUNDAY, SUNDAY, SUNDAY started another couple of loud days.  It all started off with something so simple.  Cutting a whole in the side of the conex box so an electrical cord could be ran to the power pole outside.

It was so loud it vibrated the camcorder.  Okay, not really.  But cutting the hole really did cause a vibration within the building and that was recorded.  Honestly don’t know how The Planner can even hear.  It was so LOUD outside the box I was trying to film and hold my ears closed.  Really could have used two additional arms.

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The hole was cut and the electrical cord was inserted.  Ahh, progress.  Don’t want to get ahead of ourselves so after the hole was cut, we called it a day.

Monday, however.  Monday – Wednesday was a get off your feet and get your bottom in gear day.  The Planner and the Kid worked their little fingers to the bone. A new plasma cutter was unveiled and used and used and used.  Totally tested and put its warranty to use.  Machines don’t fail after time, they fail after usage.

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Loving the magnetic tape measure, the Planner developed the creation of this magnetic straight rule. Badass magnets were ordered online, holes were drilled into the aluminum straight rule, and magnets were tamped into the holes.  Easy peasy. Now straight lines can be drawn for easy plasma cutting removal.  Having to hold the straight rule and the torch would require additional hands.  Hmm.  Wasn’t additional hands already mentioned once in this post????

Walls were supported.  Walls removed.  Openings and hatches were ground smooth of cut marks, torch debris, and old rust.  Openings and hatches were painted. Ladders went up.  Ladders went down.  Hammers were hammered all around.  All of this over a three day period.  The Planner worked and worked and worked.

Grinders, hammers, drills, plasma cutters all loud, loud, loud.  In fact the only thing quite during this three day work-a-thon was the painting.  Guess in order to accomplish at Boxes in Fields, hearing protection will just have to become a new fashion trend.  Hope the neighbors are cool with loud.  Because things are going to get even louder before it is all said and done.

The only saving grace to all this work having been done was the weather.  After being in the upper ninety’s last Wednesday, yesterday started off in the low 60’s.  I’m telling you, global warming is all messed up this year.  Cooler days with few clouds were nice for this late in the year.  However, the wind could have calmed down just a little.  When watching the video, did you notice the blue conex door closing all on it own?.  Breezy is an understatement this year.  Let’s hope the weather holds until Monday.  There are some more busy days ahead.