Wednesday, June 16, 2010

I'm Back

Whew, that was weird.

I mean, I was just standing in my shop, spaced, trying to remember what tool I was looking for or why I'd just walked from the staining room to the millshop, and suddenly...

...that's right. I was abducted by aliens. What day is it? Who mowed my lawn? Why are my golf clubs in the garage? And what is all of this strange furniture doing in my shop?

You wake up in the morning, grab your face, say: "My name! What's my name??"

This getting old is serious business.

Meanwhile, a daughter has gotten her temporary driver's permit. I'm just sayin'. A son is talking about coming home from the Mexican wars for a spell. Another son has more schemes and plans than Mr. Obama hisself. Most have to do with glory and fame, but in the meantime, he's waiting tables. You got to keep the money moving.

I'll keep you posted.

1 comment:

Unknown said...

I like the way you have names for the different rooms in your shop.

I just remember that I got more V8 the longer you guys were putting down the shingles.