The walls come tumbling down
So yesterday morning I wake up to a call from Chuck saying his work plans had fallen through and he wanted to know if I wanted to knock down my garage. It was a couple weeks earlier than expected but welcome, so we got right to it. Moving all the garbage out of the garage and into the backyard took far less time than I had expected. I had hoped to have moved the Hallman's swingset, trampoline and other stuff I've been holding for them while they redo their yard so I could keep my junk off to one side and allow for construction area in the back. I'd also hoped to mow the lawn, but you can't put off good help when the help can come. I'm sure Chuck would have helped me organize and get ready, but I just jump into things a lot.
And speaking of jumping into things, we found out quite soon that the celing had an odd build. Every roof joist had it's own set of boards nailed between the joists, so there was constant joint across every joist the whole width of the roof. Which explains why it was falling apart, but it made it really easy to knock down. Chuck pretty much just knocked out the crossbars on the celing and then jumped on the roof till it caved in. One of the reasons the roof was falling apart is it had several layers of shingels on it, but the layers weren't consistant across it. Some places had many layers, then it would drop off to just one. 
I hadn't noticed that a strip of the tar paper shingle roll had blown off two winters ago till I tried to discover where all the black wet junk on the floor of the garage was coming from last spring. Turns out the east side of the garage (which I never see) had lost a roll in a big wind storm or something and I had gone at least part of the winter with just tar paper to cover the boards. I didn't decide what to do before the first snow fell last october or november, so I just covered the east side of the roof with visquine. Now that I have the refi money in hand I'm going to build a little workshop so I can take the welding and some of the other fabrication tools out of my basement. Maybe then I'll spend a little more time working on fun stuff and less time moving tools to make room to make fun stuff.
So I'm on my way to play European Boardgames at a friends house, and I pick up a blue Raspberry slurpee for the evening, disdaining the usual cola products. Now, I'm not sure how things are done in your corner of the world, but here when we get slurpees we tap the cup a few times on the counter after filling to disgorge some of the air pockets from filling and top 'er off. I only mention this, not only because this little ritual baffled a Bostonite, but it also lends to the story. I noticed that the semi-solid beverage did not settle in any appreciable fashion and little room for topping off was procured. I shrugged it off as just one of those things, and proceeded to the checkout counter. 
Theres a map of Perplexcity on the back of some of the cards, so as you solve them you begin to get a map of the city with information about different buildings and areas of the city. Jack's been ordering cards for awhile now and he's handed me down his seconds, so I finally broke down and started figuring them out. It's pretty addictive and some of the puzzles are really challenging so I've ordered a set just to see what I can do. So far I've solved 25 of the 256 cards and I'm ranked an even 4000. I'm not sure how many cards have been released altogether, but most of the cards from the third series have been solved. I've been showing the duplicates of the duplicates around and nobody has shown much interest, except Sam at work. He's helped me with a couple and is curious enough to have looked into buying some, although I don't know if he's set up an account yet.