As I type this, it is November 13th, and I am at the point that Jonah getting thrown off the boat was a better deal than what TL and I are enduring.
Once again, another Lame Cherry exclusive in matter anti matter.
So this saga begins when Big Hoss drivts into dodge to sleep in his daddy's bed and pretend he is beloved Uncle on Memorial Day. He comes, not much is done that Uncle wants done and he leaves. He also leaves the storm door screen open, and a few days later a big wind comes, and off goes the door.
TL and I fix the door, but alert the family that a new door is probably going to be a necessity.
The door holds well enough, until once again the children appear and BAM the door gets jerked loose again. TL and I nigger rig the door and I mention about the door again.
The door goes off again in October. This time the youngest son is there and I watch silently as he glues the bracket into place, knowing this is not going to work.
So on the 11th, another big wind and BAM the door is off, got the windown knocked loose, and has taken odd decorations off the house which I prefer.
Once again, it is nigger rigged and Uncle thinks the needs a new door.
So the Holy Ghost says to me, just drill holes all the way through the door, put flat head bolts through it and that will hold.
So TL and I get the hardware, show up, and Uncle inspects things, but announces that he must have furniture washers on the door. I believe they are called car body washers as they are large, but I am not into aruging points or making people feel like dopes.
So I ask about a drill, that he has, but the battery is discharged, He says he has a charger, yes out in the 20 below shed with another battery, he is most proud of, and I can not figure out why, you store expensives stuff like that in the cold outside, but it is not my stufff.
In the meantime, he needs a remote set of 4 batteries, has none, we use ours, and get a thank you and nothing else.
In the meantime, he hires an idiot to roof a shed. He gets conned and I get to go fix the roof. I get a thank you........nothing else.
So I figure out my flat heads are not long enough as he has decorations on his door, and I go find some longer ones in his shed. He needs rubber washers on the door inside he says..........I have no idea why, but it is his direction now as he is up and directing things that need to be done his way.
So, I line up the bracket, leave it on the door auto closer so it is right, and drill the hole. Put in the flat head and tighten it up. His bolts are too long, and I say I can cut it off, but instead I am informed, "Well if you would have drilled the back bolt hole first it would have been ok.
I say nothing, but if I had done that, I would not have had the bracket lined up probably for the front hole and he would have had a nice hole in his door doing nothing.
So we switch the one bolt around, and now this monstrous half inch of bolt is jutting out of the door, framed by those auto body washers, and it looks like shit.
Uncle is pleased though, but not so pleased, as I still have to get the pin put into the bracket to close the door.
Due to the fact that this door has been ripped off more than the 4 times I have been around there from wind, it is bent a bit. So the pin will not go in, and I tap on it, to see if I can jiggle it in. At this point, I am getting yelled at, that will not work, as the pin has to line up or it will not go in. Having done this more times than he ever has, with needle punches to align things, I just go old people deaf, and ask TL who can see better if TL can jiggle it in.
TL works on it and it slides right in. If it didn't, I would have loosened the flatheads and that would have provided the give I needed and then retightened them.
With that done, a lecture now begins in closing the door, as it will close tight. I am looking at the latch as I have been all summer and am told what I know in the spring is broken. I mention that we replaced ours, to which Uncle states I should probably look for one. I agree as if he had just put on a new latch when it broke, I would not have had my ass chewed and all of this time wasted fixing other peoples mistakes for five months.
We are thanked again, no offer to pay, sort of like this blog, as what would we do with money, but pay bills. I am told Uncle has lots of money, but Lord God these past few weeks, he has been tighter than a Jew.
So that is where this all stands I get to fix some more problems other people caused, and I am past 2 months now ready for this to be over with.
Added to this, he had on his grocery list some H O 8 written. We couldn't figure out what it was, and no one at the store could either. I have ignored it. TL will not mention it, and if it comes up again, we will ask what it is, as I look back on this year of Napoleon Dynamite pay of a dollar an hour, and think I have done nothing but with TL, fix all of this man's mistakes, his family's mistakes, and their recurring mistakes, and I am hoping God is keeping a record of this, as I am feeling most ill used as is TL, as I am typing this trying to get over a cold that came on from exhaustion of having this adutl child past his due date, and trying to figrue out what to do in fixing things, while facing the guantlet of getting my ass chewed as TL said, "He is really anal".
I told her, it reminded me of my dad, except he was two clicks hire in the ranting in his perfect world.
That about sums up why I just want to be rich and get away from all of this.
Missouri was right. I gambled the dice and came up craps when it comes to relatives.
Nuff Said
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