I am not kooky . . . really, but I do believe that *every* day should be celebrated like every other day. For example — weekdays, weekends — no difference. Usually pretty much the same for me or at least that’s how I try to treat them.
Recently though, and maybe it’s because I have agreed to allow my wife to have another *errrrrm* man (more on this maybe in future posts) — my weekends have felt downright anti-climatic or more to it — even a little shitty.
This weekend a good example. My agenda —
Item 1 of 1 (Prep for the contractor): Wood Window Frame Repair . . . kitchen. Here –>
And well — things were going well enough Saturday (despite a morning delay) until I slipped my sawzall blade out through the siding just above that cripple (short) stud there at the left. From that point . . . things went spiraling straight downhill. The details — I’ll spare you, but I will say at least the weather was nice, my girls were dressed beautifully, and I *did* NOT try to shoot video this weekend.
Next weekend. My agenda —
Item 1 of 1 (Prep for the contractor): Restore wood window . . . kitchen. (Starting) Here –>
I am going to have to start by figuring what kind of stock to use to fabricate (on my budget table saw) that termite eaten lower frame. Better yet — maybe I spend some time this week doing *that* . . . instead of other things . . . like *errrrm* . . . .
Thanks for visiting. Have a great day.