danob11,
Glad to be able to offer some input that may contribute to the stability of your marriage. First and foremost I'm not married. I own the house and my female roommate is cool enough to have the patience of Jobe. But to answer your question. The motor was way to heavy to carry into the kitchen and lift into the kitchen sink or I probably would have since there is hot water in the sink. The bathtub upstairs was way out of the question. I did however have to resort to washing the body parts off in the kitchen sink before painting when the outside temperature dropped to below freezing last week and the hose was froze. I washed the motor on the patio where there is a garden hose before moving it into the sun room where it was painted.
I don't know if you can tell by the photos that I have turned my sun room den into a art studio/craft shop/paint booth. There are some advantages and disadvantages in doing so. I'm preatty sure I probably have the only paint booth with heating and air conditioning, wide screen tv and surround sound home theater. Which makes the time spent in the shop much more enjoyable. The disadvantage obviously is that my sun room is now trashed with bits of masking tape, ripped paper and all of the furniture and every surface is covered with bondo dust and metal flake overspray. A condition that I'm sure would be totally unacceptable if I was married.
As much as I've tried to keep the mess contained to the sun room, the trips back and forth to the kitchen sink and to the bathroom have left a foot trail of tracked in tape, paper debris and metal flake dust through the house. Hopefully the foot trail will sweep and vacumn up without too much trouble.
But since you are married, let me offer you this true story from a time when I was married that hopefully you can gleen some wisdom from. For your own good please bear with me.
Years ago, I managed to sneek off in the middle of the week to go deer hunting on a piece of property close by. Early that morning I was fortunate or maybe unfortunate enough to shoot three deer at the same time. At the time, being somewhat financially strapted, and since the wife was at work, I decided to forego dropping the deer off at the deer processors and opted instead to take them home to process and package the meat in the kitchen. Considering the early hour of the day I was sure that I would be able process, package, clean up the kitchen and have the meat in the freezer long before she would get home from work around 5:30 that evening.
Now I was thinking that the kitchen was an ideal and sanitary location in which to process wide game. But when she decided to come home for lunch, (which was the first and only time she every did that), Evidently, her perspective was quit different. What she saw when she rounded the corner into the kitchen must have appeared to her as Jeffrey Daimer's kitchen of horror. In retrospect considering her perspective I can understand her reaction. I can imagine her shock and surprise of the scene of her clean kitchen with chunks of red meat on every horizontal surface, blood dripping down the cabinets on to the floor and me standing there covered with blood with butcher knife in hand.....
Excuse me , I lost my train of thought. My roommate just made me lift my feet and move so she could vacumn the dust trial which lead to the spot in the livingroom where I'm now typing this on the laptop. Where was I?
Oh Yeah..... Butcher knife in hand. I'm sure the thought crossed her mind that she had just discovered that she was married to and had children by a closet hatchett mass murderer of some sort, right before she passed out and hit the floor. And as I'm writting this now, fifteen years after our divorce I am truely remorseful and filled with deep regret, sorror and shame at all pain and suffering caused to her and myself due to my momentary ,lack of judgement at the time.
As I tried to revive her , she did come around a little long enough to open her eyes to see me bending over her, covered with blood and butcher knife in hand before she immediatly passed out again. Thank goodness she was already on the floor because I don't believe I could have caught her with one hand since I was still holding the butcher knife in the other. I had to call the paramedics to revive her which they did. The were also very helpful in restraining her before she could wrench the butcher knife out of my hand to kill me with. It took all three of us to hold her down long enough to give her a shot to sedate her. They also helped me carry her to the bedroom where we put her in bed sound asleep. I then turned the light out and shut the door so she could sleep it off undisturbed. Thank God for the paramedics they saved my life. A fact I had to remind myself of when I received a bill from the county several weeks later for Paramedic emergency response $385.00.
I thanked the Paramedics from the bottom of my heart as they packed up thier medical bags, and left. I probably didn't notice at the time but I do seem to recall them laughing thier asses off as they were climbing back into the ambulance.
As soon as they drove out of sight , I caught the neighbor kid walking down the street and managed to bribe him into helping me destroy the evidence. He agreed at the sight of cash money inspite of the fact that I was still wearing my Jeffrey Daimer outfit, covered with blood. I guess it was a good thing that I had already hidden the butcher knife so that my wife could not find it if she managed to wake up. We then very queitly went to work as fast as we could with mops, sponges and chlorine beach cleaning the kitchen before she woke up.
When she awoke two days later from the drug induced coma, the kitchen was spotless and the meat was safely at the deer processors who were finishing the job I had foolishly started. She was calm and seemed to be oblivious to what had occurred three days earlier. When she started describing what she then thought was an horrible nightmare she had had while asleep.,I thought I had dodged the bullet on that one. Silly Silly me Oh was I wrong.
Our marriage did eventually end in divorce and I can't say that the event was the ultimate cause but our relationship never was the same since. In fact from that day untill we eventually went our separate ways there were a litiny of residual effects from my momentary lack of judgement.
When she returned to work three days later her boss called her into the office and fired her for leaving on Tuesday for lunch and not returning untill Friday with no phone call of explaination of her absence. As you might imagine she was very confused and wondered if she had fallen through a time warp or some space/time continium worm hole thing or something. Resulting in her questioning her own mental stability resulting in eight months of Pyschiatric counseling.
When the ftruth finally came to light in hypnosis, we were then both referred to a Pyschologist for Marriage counseling. The Psychologist was very professional, learned and experienced and was very efficient and effective at getting to the root of our marriatal problems. Which seemed to be to the best of my understanding at the time, all the events and circumstances that adversly affected my wifes well being, happiness and mental stability caused by my repeated lack of judgement. Events that we went over and over again for six months at the tune of $100.00 per hour. I thought pointing them out once was enough for me to get the point. Evidently my wife and the pyschologist didn't agree.
To reiterate and drive home my point let me summerize by tallying up the cost of my momentary loss of judgement.
paramedic bill from the county 385.00
bribing the neighbor kid 30.00
cleaning supplies 42.00
Deer processor 90.00
loss of her income 3 months 6000.00
pyschriatric counseling 8500.00
Marriage Counseling 6500.00
my divorce attorney 3500.00
Court ordered divorce arbitration 2200.00
loss of family home in divorce settlement 90,000.00
loss of personal property in divorce settlement 30,000
seven years of child support and alimony payments 33,600.00
My emotional suffering, stress related health problems, mental instability, self worth issues, damage to relationship with children, resulting loneliness joblessness, homelessness............................................................priceless
You do the math, I'm gonna go throw up.
Do yourself a big, big favor, run a garden hose out to the garage. Save a few bucks.