• Can I play too?

    Whence the death watch concludes, I’m on my way to nail down tack strips. You too can enjoy the sense of accomplishment that comes from hammering a wood strip into concrete. Think of the aggression you can work out. Think of the cathartic value. Think of how many more ways I can think of to say the exact same thing. If you missed the trimming of wet carpet you won’t want to miss tack stripping. It’s great fun for all of your upper bodies’ muscle groups.

    Do you want to know something strange? Despite my sarcastic tone, I’m looking forward to tack stripping. I’m looking forward to this family room flooring project. What the hell is wrong with me?

  • Fash from the past.

    Quirky is a word that describes one of my sisters friends from high school. Come to think of it, quirky describes most of her friends from high school. It’s difficult to see your little sisters as serious people, let alone their friends.

    So I was on the death watch at my allergist when one of her friends came in with his daughter. Imagine my surprise, seeing this young turk from my past doing reading lessons with a little girl not unlike my daughter. “Who’s your daddy? Surely not that guy? I knew him when he was this thin.” It turns out I’m not the only one getting older. We’re all in this together after all.

    Pardon me while I smack some sense into myself.

    Hint to sister: his name is my name too!

  • Being vague.

    The value of vagueness depends on which side of the conversational equation you are on. Being vague is being coy, sneaky and suspicious. Vague is fun. Unless of course you are doing the listening, then it is none of those things. Boy this is fun.