We are so close to finishing. Sunday was not a very early morning either, as I do try to be decent and sleep late(r) on the weekends. Sometimes it really doesn’t work out, but on occasion I manage to make it to 9 or once I slept until 11. If I am not sick, or dealing with insomnia, that isn’t usual anymore.
It took me some time to get out of bed and start moving. Everything was really sore and I couldn’t even change out of my night clothes with my right shoulder explaining in shouty expletives that I should not have been throwing the small white bags to the pile like I play for the Texas Rangers the day before. Duly noted, pal. I had some swelling in my left knee and my thigh muscles were very angry as well. I did not realize I had been doing squats, but apparently I was at some point. They must have been perfectly formed too because all of “those” muscles were on fire like when I used to do the Insanity work outs and take aerobics. Then tacos came, and you know. We all change.
After realizing that the coffee fairy was not coming, I managed to get out of bed, text Sue Ann to see if her coffee fairy came (and hers had, YAY!), load up in Claudia with Matthew and we headed out to finish cleaning. Those heated seats are so wonderful for sore muscles, let me just say.
One of the lights on Ryan’s trailer wasn’t working so he opted to pick it up Sunday morning instead of taking it with him Saturday evening. When we arrived, I left Matthew there, and went to Sue Ann’s house for coffee. After a couple of cups, and a message from a friend to meet her in town, Lee asked me to go get breakfast tacos for him since I had to go back in and come back out anyway. He offered to get me some too, but really I just wanted coffee.
I headed towards town after calling his in and ordering a couple for Matt. Hard working folks need fuel. I was almost back to the ranch when I saw what looked like Matt walking towards the ranch from the Rattlesnake. It sure was. He had made it to the driveway that I use to feed the horses. Convenient to be able to pull off the road and turn around. He said he was finished.
I picked him up and took him back with me. He sat down and ate his tacos with Lee (and Harvey/Brody/Alfred). When they were finished, Sue Ann said she wanted to go see. I did as well. It is my job to inspect… something with the work done. Really I just wanted more bragging rights on my kid. I think my “Mom” side was more in control than my work side really. Ryan had gotten his trailer, and the rest of the to do list had been completed. My kid had worked fast!
But Wait, There’s More
Since it wasn’t even noon yet, Sue Ann asked Matt if he would like to make even more money and do some more cleaning. You could see he really had to consider it. He was sore and tired too, but he ended up agreeing. But how was he to do all of these things on his own? I was down for the count by this point and we were on a timeline.
So I said, “Never fear, I will call Uncle Ryan and see if he can come back and help you.” Sue Ann had to get back on the road for some sister time to see the newest play put on by Milam Community Theater. It was such a torn look she had. She really wanted to stay and help out because that’s just who she is. She won’t ask you to do something that she won’t, but she also loves and misses her sister. She made the right choice. [That was nice of you to say, Mandi. Having done this job myself, once, I know how hard it is—Sue Ann.]
Of course Ryan came to the rescue. He brought his ATV, and was back out in a jiffy. My trusty garden rake, bit the dust. Actually, the head kept falling off, and I know how that feels so well. So I called Lee to borrow a garden rake. I left Matt and went to pick up a garden rake. The garage was open and Lee was busy, so I just helped myself to a couple of rakes, and I looked (well, skimmed) for a magnet to look for loose screws and nails, but did not find one.
Even with permission and for a good cause, I still feel like I am doing something wrong rifling through someone’s things. All the years that Mom got on to me for going through her jewelry box finally sank in about four years after I lost interest in doing it, and sticks with me today. I loaded up the rakes with Alfred beside me, and I told him that he is supposed to bark if people take things out of the garage besides his Mom and Dad. He just gave me his usual Alfred look, sat on my feet and demanded petting as if to say, “You’re not ‘people’ Mandi.” To the three ranch dogs, and my four, that’s a fact. With my four, I am the leader of the pack. I think they don’t challenge it because they think I have mange. Anyway, back to business.
Ah Yes, Cleaning
Back at Rattlesnake, it wasn’t long before Ryan pulled back up. He was even hauling a can of Dr. Pepper that rode all the way on the trailer with him. For pictures and details check out our Hermits’ Rest Enterprises Facebook page! I asked if there was some way to move the burn pile, and put away more things that now are sticking out like sore thumbs with the rest of the mess gone. Ryan and Matt wasted no time, and got a 5-foot-tall by 8-foot-wide burn pile transferred to the burning pit in almost no time.
When they got finished with the burn pile, they went to work raking over the spot, and searching for nails. Ryan said, “I have a magnet. I wish I would have thought to bring it.” Well, Lee told me to get his, but again… that whole rifling through his stuff, even with permission. If it isn’t on top and doesn’t belong to me, I am not the person to ask to look for something for you. Unless it is life or death. I did go on a mad hunt for an inhaler once without ever feeling like that was wrong. Differences.
The two of them raked, and re-raked for over an hour. They found several nails, and we made the joke of just dumping a few bags of insulation to cover the driveway to be sure. We did not do that though. Matt moved all of the bags to the other side of the little shed next to the carport to get them out of the way and a better place to store them until they can be thrown away, the burn pile that threatened to take over the driveway was gone, now all that was left was general straightening and tidying things. They moved broken windows into the little shed, a door into the shed, a pallet of the fiberglass insulation to the shed, many panes of free range glass, glass shelving (all of the free range glass stuff and shelving left by the previous owner).
The stuff to keep and store was put away, and I swept. Matt went through the piles to look for more nails and screws, which we found about a bucket full. Not a wimpy small quart size, be-careful-you-don’t-trip-on-the-tiny-thing, paint bucket full. No I mean a serious 5 gallon-flip-it-over-and-sit-on-it-type, bucket full. It’s possible that I was under the influence of so much Ibuprofen that I was hallucinating… Can that happen? I will check my pharmacy manual.
I did very little besides cheerleading, some sweeping, and directing where to put the odd thing here and there. Matt and Ryan knocked it all out by the early afternoon. I couldn’t have been more pleased!
That carport has not looked that good since Sue Ann cleaned it off before all of the gutting and construction began. She mostly cleaned up all of the debris left behind from the previous owner. So she has her own clean up the carport at Rattlesnake story, believe me [check here for a Facebook photo essay]. That carport seems to attract that sort of thing. If you don’t know where to put something, just stick it there. If it needs to be thrown away, just throw it under there.
Ryan went home, Matt came with me to the office to print checks out for him and Ryan. I got paid for what little I did with “Sweat Equity” and coffee. Matt and I took the checks to Lee, and he signed them, and I got to hand Matt his first “real” paycheck from a company. That was special. We delivered Ryan’s to him and hung out for just a few minutes while Ryan tried to remember if he had cashed his other check. He concluded that he hadn’t. Ryan told some of his “Tater Nugget from back in the day” stories, and we headed to Walmart to cash Matt’s check. This was Sunday after all.
Unfortunately, Walmart wouldn’t cash it for whatever reason they decided to not like Hermits. I still haven’t gotten a straight answer from the check machine company as to what the issue was exactly since they show never having denied it, so we headed home. He visited with a friend for an hour, I hobbled to the store and bought something that was a heat and eat affair for supper, picked him up, and we headed home. I hit my bed again, Seth made supper and brought mine to me. I could rest easy knowing it was all finished!
I’m sure each time Chris and Gary leave, there will be some scraps that need to be removed. They clean up the inside incredibly well! I don’t mind keeping the outside scraps clean. But now at least they know what their stuff is and won’t have to wonder if they left it, or if the previous workers did.
It is incredibly helpful and necessary to have a team when things are just getting too big (like clearing debris from a two-story house whose had its interior ripped out and started again, and all the failed HVAC ducts that could wrap around this county twice. Sometimes the team can go off in pairs and have nachos and margaritas after a long week, but the important thing is coming together for the hard stuff. Teams come in all sizes. You can have 2, 3, 4, – infinity members. The ones that are there for the hard, dirty work are the ones you can always count on. My team is awesome!
Sue Ann has lots of photos of the house when she first got it. Feel free to look at the weird stuff and former barn.Hermann says please like and share!