August 2015

So I'm back from Scotland, we had a great time while we were there. Lots of sightseeing, eating and visiting. I wanted to meet Margaret while we were there, Louise arranged it and when I finally met her, she told me to go fly a kite. So I built this kite at Dave and Louise's and went back to get Margaret and we headed down to the East Sands. The winds blow heavy in Scotland, in fact they have a saying, "If it's nae wind and nae rain, it's nae golf". I don't know about the rain, but if there's nae wind, there's nae kite flying .Any way we needn't worry about there being nae wind. The kite went up easy, real easy, that's when I felt it start to pull me across the sand. Margaret sensed the situation and grabbed the sleeve of my jacket, too bad it was an old one and ripped right off my arm. So Margaret was standing with the sleeve of my jacket and I, being a sleeve lighter, picked up speed toward the North Sea. I thought if I could just hold on until I hit the water, it would help slow me down. My brain reminded me this was the North Sea, just a few degrees warmer than being able to walk on it. I had to let it go and lost my footing, I ended up head first in the sand, I don't know how the ostrich does it, it is really hard to breathe in there. Margaret ran up and grabbed my other sleeve and ripped it off as well, I've got a vest now. Hey. If you ever hear of a kite found floating in the North Sea or washed up on one of her shores, it's mine and Margaret's.

Have a great day

Loved

June 1 2015

HOLY MOLY!! I MISSED MAY!
I'm like the absent minded professor, without the professor part.
Well here's June.
I do have a little story. I'll set it up by telling you that when installing hardwood floors, when you get close to the walls you have to put the cleater aside and use a nail gun to fasten the boards close to the wall. It just so happens that every once in a while one of the nails will hit a knot or something and ricochet upward. I found out the hard way and it deflected right up through my finger, yeah, ouch!  Wait, that's not the end of the story. My finger was now nailed to the floor, I was unable to free myself and Pat had just left to pick his daughter from the airport,  I was on my own. Hey! what happened to my font. Deal with it. As I was saying ,I was stuck to the floor, I couldn't even reach my tool box for a pair of pliers. So I was sitting wondering what to do when this crazy little spider crawls up and starts webbing my finger, I'm thinking "What the...". This little guy's life isn't going to last long enough to choke all of me down. That's when I saw the rest of them, a huge swarm coming to help their buddy. Now I'm thinking I'll just grab my mallet and smack a few of them. I can't reach it, so I stretch my leg out to get it and the rubber end grabs the floor and it flips over just like a garden rake and smashes my shin. The webbing is getting a bit furious so I devise a plan to make a loop with the air hose and lasso the mallet. I'm not much of a cowboy so by the time I get it the little buggers are webbed right up to my elbow. Still, I'm not worried, I'm not a real big guy but they're going to need Spiderman to hold me down. With my mallet I can wipe out half their population in a couple of swings, but, I can't do it, the little buggers are so industrious I feel sorry for them. I come up with a new idea, I grab my pry bar and pry the board off the floor, now I'm on my feet, albeit, I have a three and a half foot board nailed to my hand. I have to go to emergency, I feel a bit like an idiot so I pretend it's my cane. I finally get to see the doctor, I say "Hey, doc, I'm thinking about making this piece of wood a cane, and would like to get measured for the proper length before I start shaping it, and while you're at it,think you could get this nail out of my finger?"

Sorry about May

Have a great day

Loved

April 1

How do you like that, 4 months in a row. Almost wasn't to be though. The knees are claiming it's all on the feet. The hips just wanted to get out of the way, so as not to hit first. The hands, the hands actually thought about letting go of the compressor, flying backward to soften the fall, and getting back to the compressor before it took out a rib or two. I'm pretty sure we would have lost that gun fight, even Billy the Kid wasn't that fast. The feet were blaming the eyes, ya know, they might have a point, I'm wearing these progressive lenses now and my eyes are progressively getting worse. My shoulders have been carrying too much weight lately to try to take any more impact. So, the brain thought, oh,oh! just before it blacked out.
There I was laying on my back at the foot of the Pearly Gates, but I gotta tell ya, they didn't look so pearly. I was hoping that wicker burns because these looked in too good of shape to be the entrance to that place. I was hoping to lighten the mood so I said, "Hey Pete, your gates don't look very pearly". The reply was, "Well Edward Francis, you're at the west entrance, Peter is at the south, I'm Andrew, besides, you're early, rise up and go back." ( A bit dramatic, don't you think) " My hair is stuck in the blood frozen to the concrete," I said. "You only have 3 strands back there, they'll pop out." Easy for him to say, he had hair down past his shoulder blades. It took me two months to grow those with the snake oil I bought from some guy. He assured me it really was snake oil. Deanie scolded me when she found it in the cabinet. She asked how many species of snakes did I know of with hair. I did get up, there were a couple of construction guys standing around, some apprentice had fainted at the sight of the blood. Ya, I'm thinking he might of chose the wrong career path.
I'm back now, the ice has melted so I should be ok for the next few months.

Have a great day
Loved

March 1, 2015

Here I am, first of the month, ready to do my duty.
No incidents to report. Knock on wood.
In like a lamb, out like a lion, I think that's what they
say, hope they're wrong.

Have a great day
Loved

February 1

Happy February.  Two months, two entries on the first day of each. Wish me luck for the rest of the year.

Have great day
Loved

JANUARY 1 2015

HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!

Have a great, great year.

Loved

October 2014

No excuses, just late again.

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