Never hold your farts in.
They travel up your spine, into your brain,
and that's where shitty ideas come from.
And the leading cause of brain farts.
After being gone for nearly the whole week, I am finally home. Boy it feels good. It seems that the last month of so, I have been gone every week. Bah! weekend is up next - time for some ME time.
The China travelers sent out their third newsletter early this morning. They have been overseas for a month, and still seem to be loving life. Also, they posted tons of new pictures as well!
I feel like I accomplished something this weekend. I was able to finish rebuilding my backyard fence. Sure, on the grand scale of life, liberty and happiness, this ranks pretty low. But I needed to actually finish something. It seems like I have a million things all going on, and nothing ever gets finished. Now i can check this item off my list. Mission accomplished.
So, I am out and about in the world last week. I notice from my hotel room that back home there is a huge storm. And said storm is a-blowin' and a-goin'.
So, I arrive back home Friday night to find my back yard fence lying in the the yard. The wind snapped about 1/4 of it off at the base of the posts.
So I spent my Saturday digging out the old concrete fence post stubs and then redigging holes for the new poles.I have made an executive decision on this topic. As the wooden posts rot and break, they are getting replaced by galvanized steel poles (and no, that is not a racist joke).
gotta love it when you celebrate your birthday while strapped into a flying can assembled by disgruntled Boeing union workers loaded with jet fuel being maintained by ppl who are either threatening to strike or are sniffing the fumes.
At least I got to take my shoes off for security. I am such a patriot.