A friend came over Saturday morning and we comenced work on a project of mine that was started about 15 years ago best I can remember. The downstairs bathroom has had a toilet and sink for some time now but not a shower, ceiling, or the most necessary item of all, an exhaust fan. As my friend's more informed eye surveyed the situation things began looking a little more doable to me. Our main accomplishments for the day resided in two dissimilar categories. Under the strategic heading, I now have a plan of attack to win the bathroom war. Under the more practical heading we resolved a major problem with the mis-alignment of the shower base drain and the location of the drain pipe in the basement floor. As good fortune would have it the resolution of said problem was to rent a jack hammer and share some good solid manly bonding time together. So solid was the manly bonding that I was virtually left handed all day today. Not sure what my precise injury is but does not appear to be a broken bone. Maybe a bad bruise or some kind of ligament damage or something. Anyway, following my daughter's advice has seen a measured improvement in my condition.
Oops, I forgot that I had told my son I would start incorporating a literary device called a paragraph every now and then. It seems like a lot of my stories just ramble and so a paragraph would be somewhat mis-leading as far as indicating how the story unfolds in my head. However, I'm sure with a little effort I can figure out appropriate places for paragraphical insertions.
There, That wasn't so hard. If you were at the Lowe's in Derby Friday evening you might have caught some of the Tim and Bert show. I asked my son to accompany me on my mission as I knew I would need his muscle to get the materials we were to buy into "his" car. So off we went. It's always fun to wander about aimlessly at a lumber yard but the wandering was somewhat subdued because of the big cart we were leading around with us. Nevertheless an enjoyable father son excursion right up to the point where I reached in my pocket for my bill fold. "Gosh, I guess I left it at home". Tim eventually produced his debit card to save us from any further embarrassment, or so we thought. I had smartly measured the opening in the back of his Subaru Forrester to verify we could fit two 4 x 8 slices of sheet-rock in it. Well, while they did indeed fit in the very back, where I had measured, they did not want to go on up into the vehicle past the protrusions that housed the seat belt assemblies. The argument lasted several minutes and the shedding of some gypsum was unavoidable. However, in the end, we were victorious and we proceeded home on this cold night with the back of the Forrester open as well as my window. I needed to provide some positive air flow to avoid sucking all the exhaust into the car. Wow, what a great time we had and as is not always the case, there was someone there to share the time with. I can only imagine God was chuckling just a bit as we drove our cold selves home on this eventful eve.
