I’ve found that friends in relationships usually have some sort of weird suggestions to try to get me in trouble. Their suggestions are usually something that I’ve tried, or something ridiculously impractical. It all seems like a zoologicial experiment: “If we just move you and the female of the species into the same cage at the zoo, you might breed in captivity.” Yeah, right.
My friend Sun agrees and said, “At least you (probably) don’t get, ‘If you’d only fix your hair,’ comments.”
As an aside, I was just remember that I’ve known Sun since my first term back at Portland State in 1992 when we had freshman psych together. She was smart kid in the front row who would always spill coffee on herself and I was the smartass a few rows back.
I didn’t post yesterday because I was having, for me, a busy day. Probably a normal day for most people. First I went to Jowers in St. Johns and bought two pairs of work pants, coveralls, and work gloves, all for $77! That’s less than the parts to fix my mom’s faucet! Then it was up to Greg’s to re-guy his radio tower. (The guys are nine wires helping to hold the tower up.)
Projects take a bit longer at Greg’s house. I’ll probably have to go up there and remove the old guys.
After that it was off to my old boss’ house for his yearly barbecue where he lords over me that he fired me. OK, well, I just made up the lording over me part. He never told me that he makes 3x the money I make, that he has his own house and the estrogen shark tank (women circling him with a faintly hungry look in their eyes… hungry for his wallet most likely).
And today, the hottest day of the year, MORE WEEDING! I sure wish:
- the school district took better care of the field across the street,
- my neighbor couldn’t guilt me into doing half of the curb,
- I didn’t have this obsession with gardening or doing tower work every time it was over 90°F,
- weeding was sexy.
Oh, well.