Monday, May 18, 2015

How was your day off?

There are times when I say I’ll do a thing,  and then later think twice.  I try to stick to it.

I had told my nephew that I’d be by his place this morning to continue on with the work on their house.  I spent *thinks* last Friday making a couple bulkheads for the kitchen,  and then this morning I wasn’t sure what we’d do.

Turns out he called just as I had already left to say not to bother coming over,  but I showed up anyway.

He hadn’t had a chance to pick up more supplies previously, and of course most everything today was closed.  It’s Victoria Day in these here parts, which is also considered “May Two-Four”  weekend,  even though some times it doesn’t fall on the twenty fourth. 

Those who have cottages typically go off and open the cottage this weekend. 


Anyway,  we decided to hang some drywall on the living room ceiling instead.


Let me just say this about that:  It ain’t for the uninitiated,  nor the faint of heart.

Nor the weak of upper body strength.  That would be mostly me,  but I managed.

I feel a bit like I was rode hard and put up wet,  but I’ll get over it.

Took us, I don’t know, a few hours?  I find it’s best not to be too aware of the time in these situations.  After that we called it a day.  I just thought about all that money I saved on a gym membership.


Oh and, yesterday was a night out at Flamboro Downs,  but some of you might already know that.

I think I can put up a link to a bunch of pics.  I only posted one short video to the Book of Face.

Here’s the link.

I could mumble on a bit more, but let’s not get into too much tedium,  shall we?


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Saturday, May 16, 2015

The big eat.

Just a couple words before I lay my widdle head down.

We had the big gathering tonight,  and it was a swell time.

The food was awesome, if I must say so myself,  but I wasn’t the only one, and it was very nice to be able to sit and chat with all our friends without being drowned out by say,  several dozen patrons of some pub or other.

Not ALL of the food was prepared in our very own kitchen,  as we picked up the meat from a place in Oakville called Boffo’s,  where they stayed open just long enough for me to get there right at closing time to pick up enough meat to feed a small army.

Here’s me hugging the chef/owner Noel.  Hopefully his wife didn’t mind.


I mean,  I had just hugged Daughter Number Two who works there,  and I didn’t want him to feel left out.  I didn’t hug the rest of the staff, nor his wife.  Didn’t think that would be appropriate.


Anyhoodle,  there were 14 of us,  and we managed to all fit in the dining room without having to resort to any sort of “kid’s table”.




Also kind of hard to get everyone in the same shot.  No matter.

So that’s it.  Everyone had a fabulous time,  and there were no punch ups.  (are you kidding?)


Now it’s off to bed.


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Monday, May 11, 2015

Bake to Hork.

Inside joke.  I’ll explain if you want. Sound it out.



What I mean is,  I spent most of the day hackin’ and hewin’.

Like, back to work?

Some of the cedar that I’m using turns out to be “old growth”, or at least that’s the way it behaves.  Very aromatic.

Very. Aromatic.

Almost overwhelming.  It’s stuff that I’ve had hanging around for the better part of a couple decades,  and originally was torn out of our “head office” when I was in the working world.  It’s being put to good use.


The clothesline went up without too much effort.   Of course,  that means balancing precariously up against the pole. Never overly thrilled.

I suppose it could be a two-man job,  but I always seem to be able to do these things by myself.  Just takes a bit of planning,  and maybe a couple clamps to hold the line from getting away.



I was going to post the pic of the finished installation,  but I took a look at that photo and realised just how messy our “back alley” is.  Gah!.

So we’ll just give that one a pass.


Not too messy for these guys.


I suspect the coyotes will take care of them in due time.  I mean,  they’re cute and all, but when they completely wipe out an entire garden, one’s viewpoint does tend to change, shall we say?

Had a little visit yesterday with Daughter Number One for Mother’s Day.


Then today Daughter Number Two came by with Hubby.

I took photos, but there weren’t any that were overly flattering.  I ain’t no fool.


Supposed to be sailing tomorrow night and,  if it’s anything like right about now,  we’ll be bundled up,  that’s for sure. The fog has just rolled in,  and the temperature seems to be dropping like a stone.


I guess that’s all I have for tonight.  It’s this or nothing.

Nothing might be slightly better.


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