I spent a good part of the day in the barn. Love that barn. I hope when spring arrives in all its blooming glory, we can do a bit of barn repair. Make it sound enough to weather another year or two.
I wonder if the distant smell of horse manure is the draw….Nah, cause that is some way old sh*t.
I do have some wonderful memories of Daddy and the barn building. That was nearly half a century ago. I’m some kinda way old too.
I digress. I do that a lot.
No…I don’t think the draw is the manure.
There have been times when I’ve been ass deep in it …. no rescue in sight. The only way out was clawing, kicking, and screaming. My motto: Right or wrong, DO something and it will all work out.
Favorite quote: It will be okay in the end. If it’s not okay, it isn’t the end.
Now…where was I? Oh yeah….I was in the barn…painting. It’s a peaceful place to run power saws, drills, routers and the like. Well the noise isn’t so peaceful, but I’m rarely bothered by other humans. I do keep a beady eye out for snakes during warm weather months. I hate snakes. I know I’ve said it before, but I hate snakes.
On one side I have my table saw. In the hallway I have my miter saw. The tack room has umpteen tools in varying condition. There’s a circular saw, a belt sander, a palm sander, all sorts of screwdrivers, ratchets, pliers. I’m kinda weird. I’m also wondering if I can get a drill press, a band saw, and a compound miter saw for my collection.
I really need a life.
My beautiful daughter is treating me to the Trans-Siberian Orchestra concert this Friday evening. I’ve seen the original show 3 times and loved it all three times. This one is new. I’m excited. Spending time with Falon is a joy. Add a concert and I hope I can contain myself. I’d really hate to wet my britches in public.
She might never take me out again!
Bob says when he leaves this earth he’s going planet hopping. Okaaaaayyy.
We were driving back from Toronto a few years back, my directions and turn by turn instruction having finally gotten us well into Illinois, and we ran into one of those ubiquitous signs on the roadside warning us to prepare to meet God. I find those things rather disturbing on so many levels, not the least of which is the reminder that so many people believe in a punishing omnipresent being. Life in this body is punishment enough!
At any rate, I commented to Bob on the sign and he again affirmed his determination to planet hop. I asked him if he was going to wait for me. His response? He’d have to wait for his navigator to find his way around.
Awwwww. Ain’t he sweet?
And let me just say I have no idea what brought that to mind today.
Tomorrow is Thursday. The week has flown. All my weeks are flying now. I visualize Sunday through Saturday sprouting wings of an airplane nature and soaring through the seasons at an alarming pace.
Yah…it’s strait-jacket time. Maybe I’ll get good drugs! Rock ‘n’ Roll? Sex? Down with the new Millennium! Back to the Sixties!
Whoa, girl. I think I need to hold my horses.
Tomorrow, there will be time for another ride. Till then….