ShoreCan Home Repair

Captain heavy stitch here’s his work a year later if not more. Perfect!! The only problem with his business model (self inflicted) is no follow-on work as his stuff doesn’t wear out. The craftsmanship is one thing, but slectong the perfect materials is another. Wouldn’t consider going anywhere else. Thanks Captain!!

Great Visit on the Nubble

We got a call from a young mom looking to have some work done on her and her husband’s (K3 - arguably kid number three, seems to be the case more often than not when it comes to husbands) new to them home on the Nubble. You know it’s going to be a great visit when you arrive and K3 has a toolbelt on and is tearing up the kitchen and doing his own sheetrock work and mom is texturing the living room ceiling. So instead of the typical mom and K3 welcome, we were welcomed by two little ones, a little boy and his older sister. Both greeted us with a big smile and the little boy threw in a wave (I had my vacuum in hand, the relevance of which will be clear shortly). We were there to replace a slider, replace windows with a slider and replace a kitchen window. We pulled the slider and replaced it with the new one, we finished up for the day, cleaned up and headed out. As we’ll be on site for a number of days, we leave some equipment behind, including the vacuum. I really like my vacuum (just sayin). We get back for day number two and install the second door and start trim work, we get to the end of the day and it's time to clean up. I go to get “my” vacuum and all I see is the vacuum body, and the hose, no attachments anywhere to be seen. I know for a fact that I’d put them all on the vacuum frame carrier when I left the day before as I always do. It couldn’t have been my partner as she doesn’t know how to operate a vacuum much less mess around with the attachment “thingies” as she refers to them. So I ask K3: “ Hey, any idea where “my”' vacuum attachments might be?”. His eyes light up and he says: “Dude!, my son loves the attachments, they make an awesome laser sword, so cool!. I made him a 3-D printed Star Wars helmet a few months ago and he was playing Star Wars last night. Wanna see the helmet?”. Before I can answer he darts out of the room and returns with a “ta-da” look on his face as he hands me the helmet. Now I’m not a Star Wars fan, but had to admit, the helmet was very cool. K3’s face lit up as he explained the 3-D design and printing process to me. As he went on about digital designs and filament and the like all I could think about was how much time this dad put into a toy for his son, and how much fun he had making it and how much fun his son has playing with it. Anyway, long story short, I borrowed K3’s vacuum that evening. Mom and K3 must’ve started taking nightly physical inventories as the vacuum parts mostly reappeared every morning. Then on the final day of work, we are trimming out the doors and window and I hear a woman’s voice behind me, coming from the road side of the house, yelling: “Grab the ladder I’ve got the sealant, the easiest access to the chimney is the right side of the house, I’ll show you where to set up.” I turn around and here comes a woman, walking with a purpose, and a man behind her, carrying a ladder heading towards the chimney. The man goes up the ladder with the woman holding the ladder and providing oversight, lots of oversight. As soon as they were done I walked over to the woman, who I thought was clearly the one running the show, and introduced myself and asked her their names. Which is when I found out they are a mother and son team! As you can see in the picture, where it looks like mom is pointing to the logo on her son’s sweatshirt, she’s one proud mom pointing at her son, not the logo. I know for sure, if my mom was able, she’d be pounding nails right alongside us. How cool would that be!? My mom was once kicked out of a wrestling match for putting a dad in a headlock as I took a beating on the mat, LOL. I wish she could remember those days, I’ll for sure never forget. Be well everyone, and let me know if you come across a vacuum corner cleaner attachment, which is still MIA 🙂

Maple

We got a call a few months ago from a young family whose washing machine caused a flood on the second floor. As a result, the flooring was damaged as well as the ceiling in the room bellow. After working a bit with the insurance company, we were able to get the work scheduled and then completed. Upon arrival we met dad, mom, their daughter, their black cat and Maple. Super interesting and welcoming family. Dad is the first glass blower I’ve personally met and his young daughter is continually coaxing dad outside to play after school. A hands-on dad, really fun to see them together. Mom, when not out on mommy daughter activities is kept busy managing daughter and dad, making sure they stay out of trouble, hmmm brings back memories 🤔. There’s a general feeling of positivity, caring and acceptance throughout the house. So there we are, two guys up stairs pulling up the floor and I’m downstairs working on the ceiling. Dad is out picking up his daughter from school and mom is working. The work on the floor was very loud including power saws and hammering. As I’m standing on a platform in order to reach the ceiling (well in full disclosure I stand on a stool to reach the cabinet over my fridge but that’s irrelevant) I glance down and there is Maple, laying under me looking up at me with her sweet eyes. There is no doubt in my mind that dogs have a soul, just look into those eyes, it’s undeniable. I climbed down (anything above 12 inches is climbing for me) and patted Maple for a few minutes until dad came home. From that point on, Maple would visit when the work got loud and I was the only one around. She’s a quiet, slow moving old girl. Often I didn’t realize she was around until I looked down. No question Maple rubs impaired my efficiency, at least that was the excuse I gave the team 🙂. On more than one occasion I had to clean Sheetrock mud and then dust off of Maple as she would just plop down anywhere close. I’m convinced that families and homes have a vibe and Maple conveyed that vibe. Even the black cat would meow for rubs. Another great visit with a wonderful young family who’ve built a loving home. Be kind to one another and the animals around us. Be well all.