I Think

Is that why you are Ragman?

She decided the cabinet is too small for the new house she is getting.

The autobiographical fiction I wrote is sparing of nobody. Especially myself. I am shopping it under a pseudonym, but tempted to withdraw it and let it be found after my death. My newest project attempts humor, but tells a grim tale at the same time. Much more fun than that last one.

Does anybody use a dash cam? Thinking about getting one. Of course, if I knock off a liquor store, I will have to remember to unplug it first.

The more I think about the lady who looked at my cabinet, the more burned I get. She is buying a supersize house, with ridiculously high ceilings, probably one on the plus side of half a million dollars, and she tried to talk me down ten dollars.

The office, at my job, has a thirty inch back door that needs replacing. HD Supply can get us one, custom made, with lots of glass in it, for $1200. Since the wall has no electric wiring and is not in a load bearing wall, I suggested we enlarge the opening and install a prehung 32 or 36 inch door from Home Depot. Tomorrow, we will go look at some and decide whether or not to go forward with it.

They have a crazy lottery game, called All or Nothing. If you draw all the numbers they call, you win. But, if you draw none of the numbers they draw, you still win. We have played it a number of times. A few times we got back ten dollars. Once, fifty dollars. Somebody actually did win it the other day.

I thought about putting my wife's sewing machine on Craig's list. It's a cabinet model Kenmore, made in 1967. But, it doesn't clean up real nice anymore, due to being in storage a long time. It still has the dangling price tag, of nearly 35 dollars. I found one like it on Ebay. It looked brand new. They had recently dropped the asking price from $115 to $95. Our is likely not worth the effort.

the Philly mob used to pay off if you had a full football game card and didn't hit anything too, Theyd pay like 10% of full pyout. It was something because hitting a zero card was just as tough as hitting em all.

So Texas has learned something from the mob (or is it the other way round?)

I prefer to think all mobsters think alike.

Almost forgot. When the All or Nothing was started, people quickly figured a way of bunching the numbers that had them paying out lots more than a lottery expects to pay. They pulled the game and revamped it.

I would have taken the $70 ed and then you have one less thing to worry about plus getting some folding dough.

And the lady might want it to sew clothes for Children In Need.

She said it was too small for her grand new house.

We found a nice 32" door today. Prehung, with double glass all the way. Because of the proximity to the pool, we picked a vinyl, instead of metal. The man who installed the old door did so about 17 years ago. I figure that, since he cut a hole in the wall and framed it, it should be easy to undo his work. Then expand the hole two inches and push the prehung door in. Shim it some, trim it and leave the painting to the regular crew.

Adventures in door installing. Turns out, the old door had been installed in the framing of a window, after taking out the bottom 2x4s and some sheetrock. His work came right out and the new prehung door slid right in, after taking out some filler boards. The generic doorjambs Home Depot sells are never the same thickness as the walls. I had to put a band of 1x2 around the outer jamb before the 1x4 trim boards could be added. But it looks mighty handsome. Got to do some nail punching and caulking and painting on it, tomorrow.

I was told to replace outdoor carpet today. I woke up and went outside with the dog. It's already raining out there.

It should roll out pretty smoothly, in that case, huh?

oddly, it dried up before eight and I got the front carpet finished.

when you get got laid, the job gets done, huh?

Indeed. They made me wait until Monday to do the one in back. If I didn't have to go to Home Depot first, these jobs would go a lot quicker.

Good work, EdgarB. I've done some door and window installing. At this point I remember it from afar as fun.

I did a lot of de-installing doors and windows when I was into demolition contracts. When ever the wrecking ball smacked into either of those, and some other items, I often shed a tear thinking of the skilled workmen who had so lovingly installed them.

Occasionally I did recover a few if they were of a style that was then finding favour with rich people doing up, making over so to speak, old barns, shippons, churches and what-not. Lion statuettes and pillars and lamposts and stained glass were easy to sell.

I used to ponder why all those jet-setting stockbrokers and accountants would wish to spend that amout of dough on expressing such a deep felt yearning for tradition. Inside the telephone rested on an antique corner table circa 1750 in the Christian era. And when the log fire burned low the automatic ambience regulator tripped in.

Stone horse-troughs were as scarce as Ninja ****.

I think it might be that the reflections off the surface of matured things are easier for us to bear than those off modern productions.

Casanova might have said that in certain circumstances.

Today is my youngest kid's 36th birthday. She has four of her own, the oldest destined to graduate from high school next year.

I suffered a big emotional letdown, once I had my autobiographical story completed. It was so emotionally painful to pursue that it took years to get anywhere with it. Then, suddenly, I walked away from it, leaving a great hole. I shared the manuscript with a friend that I served with, in the Navy. His review lessened the depression I feel. He wrote an honest assessment without an attempt to flatter a friend. Just what I needed.