Well..I know most of you come here for my rantings on politics for some reason…and I thank you for that…although I’ve never figured out how to make any cash of the 10,000 of these I’ve done…I guess I don’t have enough “content” for google ads to allow me to have ads on my site so oh,well…but this one is not about politics, I’m just not feeling it today so I’m going to talk about something I’ve been thinking about lately with all of the work on this place…when I was young, we lived in a 100 year old house that was pretty old and worn out with plaster falling off the walls, leaking roof, doors that didn’t work and it didn’t even have indoor plumbing until I was born…and that was in the 50′s….and a basement that was full of junk that no one did anything about….it was full when I was born, and it was full until the house burned down in the early 60′s…and no one did any painting, plaster work or anything else to the house other than a very little cleaning…other than putting a new roof on it when the leaks got so bad we ran out of pans to catch them….so, and this is my question after all the exposition: how the hell did I get to be a person who is compelled to work on his house to the point of damaging his body after being brought up like that? I never learned how to do plaster or paint or anything else about maintaining houses when I was young…I did learn about fixing cars but that was about it….and this house as I bought it was nicer than the one I grew up in so why couldn’t I just move in and live? These are questions I don’t really have any answers for but it has been making me think lately…the questions won’t make me change my attacking this house and busting my butt to improve it…just thinking about how I got to this place at my age…that’s all…