Yes, I dropped my iPhone into a bucket of white paint. No, you can’t laugh. (Yes, it still works. Yes, I feel stupid.)
Pistachios are really rather a lot of work.
Last week I decided I’d go back to Facebook the day I could read ten posts without seeing anything political. Once a day I check in and glance through the feed. I haven’t gotten past three posts yet. The politics are heavy this year…
The nights are always darker in November than they are in June.
When I was a kid I used to stay awake late into the night to happily dream greedy Christmas dreams of mystical, magical toys, reading and re-reading the Sears catalog, carefully circling the biggest, shiniest, most colorful toys, then judiciously adding check marks beside the five or ten toys I really REALLY wanted, hoping the subtle hints would be noticed by those in charge.
Now as an adult, I dream of warm socks and going to bed early.
I installed “Grammarly” on my computer the other day. It constantly checks everything I write for grammar errors, spelling mistakes, etc. It’s driving me friggin’ nuts. It’s like having your third-grade teacher hovering over your shoulder watching you type… (Nothing against third-grade teachers, mind you, but you know what I mean.)
Some days my attempts at grasping reality very much resemble an angry orangutan chasing a bar of soap around the bathtub.
This weekend I need to pull the batteries out of my motorcycle and lawn mower and put ’em in the basement (NOT on concrete – a lesson I learned last year) for the winter. A piece of tin some friends helped me put on the shed’s roof last year blew off in the wind the other day, so I gotta find me a tall ladder and see if I can get that tacked back up (the roof leaks without it). I have about ten squeaky styrofoam coolers I need to tear apart and screw on the shed’s walls for insulation while I’m up there. And I suppose I should tidy the workshop up a bit too… I hope the weather’s nice, though I fear there’s snow in the forecast again. I don’t like snow in the forecast much. There’s always so much to do and so little time…
I just realized the only reason I’m still writing is because I’m too tired to go to bed.
Dentists scare me.
My Mom was a third grade teacher. In fact, she was MY third grade teacher. So don’t you be talkin’ ‘ bout my Mom none, ya’ hear?!
Ethan Neff at our old place may have a tall ladder leaning against the barn by the gas tanks (north side of the barn). It’s a bit
“curved” but if you hang on tight you should be okay. Friend him on FB and he’ll probably be glad to
let you use it. I’m sorry…but I am laughing about the phone in the bucket of paint…
so, if the phone rings,, is that ‘white’ noise?
That made me laugh out loud!