I surely hope that I have something to write about this week. I suppose I must have done something to warrant the perusal of the imperfect that consists of this weekly (weakly) attempt at communication. The formula is simple. Pour beer into inlet, let it slosh around for a while and magic flows through my fingers and beer flows through my body so I have to stop once in a while (it doesn't have to slow down to change color). So what did I do?? Ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm...................watched the fireworks. Ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm....................medical appointments.
Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh......................................got some firewood.
Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.............................. ordered a new deflector shield for the lawnmower. Wait! 42!?!?!? Does my lawnmower know the meaning of the universe?????? Why doesn't it tell me???? Maybe it's Buddhist and, like Siddhartha at the river, knows we all must find our enlightenment in our own way. My lawnmower's enlightenment consists of forging its path through yard vegetation. My path may be different involving plywood constructions on ocean froth or pounding out drivel on keyboards. I will meditate on this and pour another beer.
So the reincarnation is complete but the meaning of the universe remains the same: 42
Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh........................................Got more wood. Temperature now hot and humid here (Yay!).
Uhhhhhhhhhhhh.................yard work. I am reconfiguring the music collection. Adding more and consolidating the backups. My 2 TB drive is filling up and bought a 3 TB drive. I suppose I should mention the boat.............................the boat.............There! Next week should be boat projects if the wood comes in. So apologies to you two blog followers for the bland inanity of my current endeavors.
The Music♫: John Prine & Iris DeMent "In Spite of Ourselves"
Nuthin' beats a love song. It's why we invented music.
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