Thursday, March 22, 2007

Uncle Russ Rocks

That's not to say that our other Uncle's don't rock, it's just that Uncle Russ was home when dad called. As you may know, dad has been working on the basement for a couple weeks now. hen he and mom went to install the laminate wood flooring, they found that the walls were leaking. a bunch of water had come in and rotted the wood. Dad had to tear out everything and start over. He finally got everything torn out, and was ready to start the new framing. Mom had got dad an air compressor for Christmas, dad got it out, this was the first time he was going to use it. A couple things happened, first it looked to dad that the air compressor was used, there was Teflon tape already on the fitting. Next the included air hose wasn't there, and last, there was a 6" kitchen knife at the bottom of the carton. Dad hooked it up anyways, but as the tank was coming up to pressure, dad heard it leaking. Who ever bought it the first time broke the regulator fitting on the outlet. So dad boxed it back up and was going to return it. But, even if they let him exchange it, it would still kick on and cycle a lot because of the heavy duty nailing that dad was going to do.

Enter Uncle Russ.........

Dad called him on Wednesday night and asked if he had an air compressor he could borrow, Uncle Russ did have one, and said dad could stop over Thursday evening to pick it up. Dad was happy cause it would be much easier with a bigger compressor. Thursday morning Aunt Kris calls for dad, he needs to call Uncle Russ, which he did. Turns out Uncle Russ had a compressor and would bring it home at lunch time.

Mom had a doctor's appointment, so dad loaded up Jenna and I into the mini-van we headed over to pick up the air compressor from Uncle Russ. When we got there, dad helped Uncle Russ load it into the back of the van. Uncle Russ said something about the compressor being a virgin, but neither Jenna or I know what that is. What I can tell you is that the compressor was brand new and had never been used.

When we got it home, dad fired it up and started to work on the framing. He blew threw the boards he had in no time, and later we went to Home Depot to get some more.

Thanks again Uncle Russ, dad would still be swinging the hammer if you hadn't let him borrow the new compressor.

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