Happy Fourth
As my postings have slumped into the torpid pace of summer I feel some explanation is in order: I'm a lazy slob who enjoys padding around in my flip-flops in the summer breeze more than I do sitting at a console doing this.
While true, the whole story is that my college boy was home for a month and we spent every day of it advancing upon some horrible and over-heated task that needed to be done before his 21 year-old back returned to the West. Our winter wood is split and stacked in the shed. The picnic table is built. The firepit and benches are set. The roof is on the fort and the deck is down for the playhouse.
Now it is the Fourth of July and nobody but nobody does anything over the Fourth. And I am nothing if not nobody. Happy Fourth of July to you. Have some fun. Wear sunblock. Lift with your legs.
While true, the whole story is that my college boy was home for a month and we spent every day of it advancing upon some horrible and over-heated task that needed to be done before his 21 year-old back returned to the West. Our winter wood is split and stacked in the shed. The picnic table is built. The firepit and benches are set. The roof is on the fort and the deck is down for the playhouse.
Now it is the Fourth of July and nobody but nobody does anything over the Fourth. And I am nothing if not nobody. Happy Fourth of July to you. Have some fun. Wear sunblock. Lift with your legs.
posted by Tom Bodett at 9:10 PM
3 Comments:
Hmm...my college boy came home and just ate all the food. I must have gotten it wrong somehow...
That happens, yes, but if you don't feed them until sundown and base the quality and quantity of food on the day's production, you'll be amazed at how motivated they become. Of course, the shackles will chafe in hot weather and that can contribute to inefficiencies that, to be fair, must be taken into account.
All good tips. That shackle thing might even double as a safety device when we start that reroofing project.
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