A party of one
I really should believe the labels at our local pizza place. That “party” box isn’t meant for a “party of one”, no matter how much support the dog offers. Right now, there are bundles of all-dress in both the fridge and the freezer. Thankfully, a long weekend lies ahead.
Started my cajon project, this afternoon. First glue spread, and so far I have square corners. See whether or not a night of curing will allow my workmanship to prevail. For those who don’t know, this kit requires me to glue, sand and finish (in that order, apparently). The goo in the glue bottle is messy; I have a polo with some major washing ahead.
Like other years, I’m watching to see if those new tropical storms in the Caribbean will make a trek northward. An acid test, for the weather station and the standby power, if things go unusually.
Watching a timeshifted broadcast of the “video awards”; there’s been a shift in personnel since I last paid attention. What happened to “my” stars? I don’t recognize the names, faces or tunes! Guess I should change the car radio over to something else (I’m a CBC faithful).
Son #1 is in a moment of employment flux – one day on the “market” and he’s had three offers. Much better than the drab picture of the economy we receive from opposition political pundits. Still, I’m glad that I no longer have to depend on convincing others of my own value. Retirement rocks! Just the reduced stress makes it all worthwhile (to me).
