This would have been a great weekend to get away into the woods. The temperatures are in the low eighties, and the rain has cleared out for a while. Instead, I decided to do some chores at home. One-minute read, +1
Gary: “I’ve worked nine of the last ten days. I’m taking the afternoon off.” Garbage Disposal Unit: “Today is a good day to spring a leak.”
Weekend cleaning – To paraphrase the immortal line from ‘Apocalypse Now,’ I love the smell of gun oil in the morning. Many years of backpacking have certainly taken their toll on the finish of my Beretta. Especially on the side that’s showing here. That is the side that faces away from my body when it is in its holster.
D’oh! In a repeat of the dishwasher dying right after I spent money on a new hammock … The freezer died tonight, less than a week after we laid down the cash on our new furniture.
Yard Work and Ceramic Fish – We cleared a bunch of yard work today. I borrowed Tom’s pole saw and cleared a load of limbs. Then I fixed the privacy fence on the deck and put up the last of the fish (somehow I’d left one in my desk drawer when I hung up the others). I wonder if my sister remembers giving me these fish, That was a long time ago, possibly over ten years. 2 pictures