Ouch, My Back!

Ouch. Pain. This weekend was painful.

As an urban rehabilitationist, one must every now and then sacrifice one's self for the good of his / her project. This was one of those weekends.

I had the distinct pleasure of tearing out a crap load of trim from a building about to be demolished on the near west side. While I had a great time doing it, the laborious nature of wielding a crow bar for four hours is enough to give you serious cramps for a couple of days. Combine this feeling with that of "Ouch, my back is broken from the damn elliptical trainer at the gym yesterday," and you have a serious rash of the Mondays come the morning.

I love tearing crap out of old buildings. Yeah, I said crap. Wanna know why? Because that's what everybody else calls my treasures. So I want to take the old broom handle home. You never know who you'll have to beat later one. So I want to salvage the old crappy sink fixtures? You never know when I may install a sink in my basement. Those are the sorts of things that go through my head when I see a load of someone's crap.

The real goods this weekend, however, were doors, trim and five two by two fluorescent light fixtures. Oh, I also salvaged a bunch of kitchen cabinets, a utility hanger on the back of a door and some ice melt. What a take!

One day I'm gonna make a business out of this . . .