The Living Without Series

This is a series of posts that I wrote back in 2006 on living with less stuff. Check them out: liv011Living #2liv031liv04

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The Chicken Doctor


The Architect


How was the flight?

Did you all have fun flitting around like a birdie today? Yes? Why do I ask? Because I finish all the little tiny detail painting in the kitchen that I didn’t tell you I hadn’t finished. I made Clay come check just in case I missed a spot and we concurred….it’s done!

So, I hope you had fun during that millimoment that the earth stopped rotating.
Also, my hands are very sore from all the sanding and caulking and sanding and caulking and painting and ……..
When did I become an old person? If I stoop over too long, I can’t get back up. At least not right away. Oh, my back, my back. Sweet Jesus, help me.
Garden Update: Clay built eight raised beds out of scrap lumber we found in the lean to. Some time this week I will drive our pickup over to, my neighbor, RockinPopinRamone’s house and scoop the cow poop out of the pasture. I think I’ll take a few Advil before I take on that chore.
That’s it. Over and out.

When I finish a project….

the world will stop spinning and we will all float up into the air and fly around like little birdies.

Last night Clay told me I am the Tasmanian Devil at starting projects. He imitated me hammering out walls, slapping up paint, ripping up carpet all accompanied by snarls and gurgles.
I was so not listening to his jabbering. I was calmly trying to explain that I was going to take the sawsall, that has been adorning the dining room buffet for the past week nestled between marble eggs and pastel decorations, to the rotted wood in the wall to get the wall project FINISHED!
Clay went on to explain that in my hand the sawsall would become a weapon of mass destruction. He knows if I get that tool in my hand I won’t be able to stop cutting.
So, he might be right.
I am the starter.
He is the finisher.
I told him that his comparing me to the Tasmanian Devil was funny, but pissing me off. Because, I just want that rotten wood out of the wall and that tool is sitting right there and couldn’t he just pick the dadgum thing up, plug it in, and start hacking away?
No. He can’t. He has to draw detailed diagrams, purchase tools and supplies that aren’t needed, but mostly, he needs to contemplate. For days or months and at times it has been years. The man likes to think about his projects. Or should I say, my projects. After all, if I wouldn’t have started pulling down wallpaper the moment I walked in the door of this house, well, we wouldn’t have the gaping wound in the wall in the first place. Now would we?
Okay, I won’t use the dadblam sawsall. But, I might go get a wood chisel out of the barn and see how much of the rotten wood I can dig out with that, so there!

Sylar is in Kansas!

Ellen and I saw Sylar in a local cafe a few months ago.  We took this photo, then ran for our lives!

For those of you that have never seen Heroes, then never mind.