neeroc (neeroc) wrote,

My husband is trying to kill me.

I'm not sure if he's aiming for killing me with toxic fumes, hypothermia or a beautiful fireball, but one of them is going to happen really soon.

A couple of posts ago I mentioned that he was working on my skidoo. Well he's doing this in the garage. The attached garage. The week before Christmas he bought a weather-stripping kit for the door joining the garage to the house, as you can actually see the gaps around the door. You don't need to ask if he installed it before starting this work. That would slow down, if not foil his plans.

So, for starters, he fixed the nose of the hood of the skidoo. Yep, bondo and fiberglass. That was a trip for about 2 days last week.

Now that the body work is done, he's priming and painting the patches. He is also working on the carbs, adding those wonderful gasoline fumes. So I've been sitting in the basement with the window open beside me. It is -9C/12F outside right now, so not too bad, but NOT SUMMER.

Oh, and in order for him to stay warm in the garage, he's got a propane burner going.

Let's recap: gasoline + fiberglass/bondo + primer/paint + carbon monoxide and ignition source (propane heater) I feel like the unwilling participant in a death pool.

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