Saturday, September 18, 2010
Good Night Irene
I had a notion to write 250 words about this or maybe that. It quickly dissolved into nothing but a hint of what I might have done had I been more than just semi conscious and not semi comatose. Then I figured some pithy commentary on the latest insanity on the media carousel. But as usual, Reality as reported to me by untrustworthy mouthpieces and shameless hacks becomes such a parody of itself, that not much more can be said to soften the blows of stupidity they spoon feed us as long as the cable bill is paid up.
I have finally rounded another homeowner corner. Instead of talking about it like I have these past many years, in less than 10 days, I will begin to replace my roof. Should I actually begin the process of ripping old roofing off, I think my wife will ...........never mind what my wife might do. It's none of your business. Jeez, what a bunch of nosy pokers.
There are not many construction type duties I dislike more than roofing. Painting comes to mind, laying tongue and groove flooring maybe, and of course Insulating sucks pretty hard also. Okay, so there are many construction type duties I dislike. When faced with one or the other, that duty becomes the one I dislike participating in the most. This year, it's the roof. I cannot avoid, walk around, sidestep it any longer. So of course roofing now tops the I hate it the most list.
The bike shop continues to bring in more jingle than I have become used to for this time of the year. The residual benefit is I continue to be entertained at least once a day with varieties of consuming arrogance, naivety, and downright bust your gut comedy. And though I usually have begun nursing a fairly sour attitude about bicycle retail in September, I am still looking forward to opening up every day. Being busy does seem to make me happier than not being busy.
So I guess tonight I don't have much to write about, but I figured out how to get some words down. Mission accomplished.
Good Night Irene....................................