The wind held steady and I noticed the tails of the Spanish Moss drifted east with the help of the westerly breeze as the palm fronds rattled. Rain is near.
Last evening I worked late out in the garage, tinkering. I've repainted the gas tank of my current project three times. Never satisfied with the last result. It must be perfect. I'd allow the paint to dry then like a man obsessed apply fine steel wool to the finish and repeat.
Then, "Sweetheart, leave it alone. It's beautiful," she'd say.
I caught myself smiling, as did she.
She's perceptive, that way.
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jambaloney, the grapefruit are almost in season. Standby.
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Our group meets Saturday. It'll be nice to once again see all my friends. We've much to do, and clean
I just remembered the flood also took away my air mattress. It was one of those 'self-inflating' expensive suckers. Another item to replace. Perhaps, instead, I'll just make do with the cheap foam pad I used prior to the nice on my back air mattress. Man-up, if you will.
I expect to see both Senior, and Duke out there. And, I expect them to pack me a lunch and drink as I'll drive out straight from work. Don't forget....
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My coffee awaits. Think I'll take a stroll around the building. I can hear the crows scream my name.
Take care,
Stephen
Sounds good to me, both the change in weather and the group plans.
ReplyDeleteIt makes me miss the days of my dad's hunting camp and the crews we'd host there.
You know you're more than welcome to join us. We'll have you soaked in perspiration in short order. Then, we'll hand you a battle rifle and let you sling some lead downrange.
DeleteThanks, my friend.
I'm glad the weather has cooled a bit. Wives do tend to be perceptive like that; men tend to be annoyed by it, but they're usually right. And I admit that to mine, in mellow moments.
ReplyDeleteEnjoy your weekend.
Me too, Rev. I hate hot weather. You're correct...my wife knows me like the back of her hand. Bless her heart.
DeleteThanks, my friend.
Glad to hear all is well at this moment - here's hoping the smiles abound and the time with the group is full of laughter!
ReplyDeleteLife, within its limits, improves for me everyday. Thanks, my dear lady.
DeleteI'm sure the first paint job on the stove was all that was needed, not 3. Have fun on your trip and meet up with the Senior and Duke. Give Sweet Wife a hug for me.
ReplyDeleteNope, I was not happy with the paint job. If it isn't correct, I do it over, and over, until I'm satisfied. It easy to have fun with those two...I shall give her a hug..and to you.
DeleteGod Bless...
Hopefully hanging out with your comrades will lift your spirits my friend. You seem to be listing in the winds of sadness here of late. I know it is still tuff....hang in there....
ReplyDeleteI know, and I apologize for spilling my heart. Life is better. Thanks, my friend.
DeleteWill have a Ham & Cheese sitting on my truck dash for you.
ReplyDeleteAh, man, come on...you can do better than a sandwich. I'm thinking sausage on a grill.
DeleteThanks, my good friend.
oh dear sweet one...you are starting to sound like yourself again...all is good, once more, in the world. i will show jambaloney your post in the morning...he is sleeping now...which is good as it is the middle of the night and he has had another long day. he will love that you remembered!!! i have already told Senior that when me and jambaloney are out "humping it" or "playing" or "practicing" on one of our million islands that we discover on boat/canoe trips - that jambaloney carries 2 duvets, a hammock and a mosquito net and a sunscreen for me - bahahahahah! i recommend that you get our friend Dear Duke to carry all of that for you. i want to be sure that you get good rest! and DO NOT EAT Senior's sandwich if it has miracle whip on it - promise me???? bring yer own bubba! i love hearing you like this eh?
ReplyDeleteyour friend,
kymber
Well, hello stranger. Tell Jamie as soon as the fruit is ready he'll have a gift in the mail.
DeleteDuke's in trouble...I noticed you've fallen in love with the big dude...and I believe him with you. He gets all starry eyed whenever he mentions your name...geeze, kids.
I will not eat that stuff...I promise.
Thanks, my dear kymber.
you are so welcome sweet one. and ya, i am a softie when it comes to Duke.....*sigh*
Deletebahahahahahahah!
Striving for perfection will drive you nuts. Besides, nobody expects it anymore, much less will they pay for it, save for a very few. I know first hand. I expected perfection of myself in my boat repair business, but only got paid for mediocrity at best. Which is the reason why I am no longer in the boat repair business. I lost my butt trying to compete with mediocrity. Quality no longer seems to matter, only price, hence the success of the big box stores peddling Chinese garbage. Bah, don't mind me, I guess I'm just in one of those bitter moods...
ReplyDeleteIsn't it a fact. But, I enjoy the work. And the point you've made about the Chinese garbage, right on.
DeleteThanks, my friend.
You KNOW I was striving for perfection as I removed the rooms of voodoo wallpaper and painted the wall to my satisfaction. The person it matters to, is the one responsible for doing it to their liking. It's hard to accept 'less than perfect' for some of us, but it can drive us crazy when perfection is ONE MORE COAT of paint away.
ReplyDeleteWe just got back from visiting my Indiana. The trees were turning. The beauty is everywhere and so were my beloved hills. BUT, something happened I can't explain.
As we pulled (dragged) our bodies into the FLAT land of Florida, I felt happy. I felt peaceful. I assume I've turned a last corner in my life.
Indeed. You were home. Thanks, my dear lady...and, we missed you.
DeleteI hope you have an enjoyable outing with your friends. I expect lots of pictures, while maintaining OPSEC of course!
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