Here I go, bringing up the rear yet again as it's now shortly after four in the afternoon here in Upper East Tennessee.
We're praying for you Delft so please hang in there as best you can.
Mike, you amaze me. You have a zillion and one health issues yet you're going pertn'near all the time.
I on the other hand can't, try as hard as I might, do it and today is a perfect example. Fran's having the whole gang over on the eighteenth for a family gathering of sorts. Toward that end I thought it about time to get out the electric power washer I bought new two years ago of which I never opened the box after I was told I couldn't do such things anymore. I'm tellin' you guys now, DON'T GET AN ELECTRIC POWER WASHER! The force is about as strong as your garden hose if you've pretty powerful water pressure. But bein' "Mr Frugal," I wasn't about to pay for a gasoline one. Guess what I'm looking for this weekend?
Anyway, as you guys who are disabled know and what I'm really finding out, bein' crippled get's old awfully quick. So by golly I was gonna' get some work done! After going to all the trouble of setting the thing up, hauling out the hoses, getting out the fifty foot extension, I of course soon found out it wasn't powerful enough to reach where I wanted to clean and wasn't a whole lot more useful than my garden hose. But if I held the wand a milimeter away from the garage door, etc., it did a decent job. Just as I got to the carport, the damned thing died. Just up and died. No matter what I did, I could not get it to work (I mean I even consulted the manual!). So here I go up the hill again to gather in and roll up the hose, roll up the cord on the pressure washer, put all of the tools away on it and put it back in our drive under garage. By this time I was exhausted but now I've got an even bigger mess on my hands. So it's on to plan B. I unroll the long hose and drag it around to the side of the house, connect a two year old container of that house wash stuff that attaches to your hose and finish up with that. After that, I attach to the hose the Windex Window wash and start dragging the hose around the house. I started at nine and by the time I was done and everything was put away it was two thirty. So, with the 'ol ticker goin' Ka--Boom, Ka-Boon, Ka-Boom and my head feelin' about about ready to split open not to mention trying to breathe, I finally stumbled into the house, put the oxygen on, popped a cold one and crashed. What a poor excuse for a man I consider myself; especially the type of profession I was in until just fourteen years ago.
Here Fran has cancer and she's GI'ing the inside of the whole house while I'm outside doing what amounts to one of the easiest of chores there is! Yeah, she got awfully tired too but she worked a hell'of'a'lot harder and accomplished about ten thousand times more than did I. I ain't nuthin' more than the proverbial WIMP! I'm serious. I mean, I'm the guy who when he goes to Zaxby's, get's the WIMPY wings!
As a result of the embarrassment of telling you'uns all this, I ask that you not pile on all at once!
Hope you got everything done today B/W and you're all ready for the In-Laws.
It's supposed to rain here over the next couple of days Rollerdonna (40% tomorrow and 60% Saturday) but after that, the temps really start that downward trend.
Brush fires or not Judy, there's a whole lot of reasons folks love livin' in California.
It's foggy a lot in the Pacific Northwest, Sharon. Just listen for the fog horn. Of course if you end up boarding a tramp steamer, don't blame me!
Hope your day slacked off a little after your morning post, Sue.
Gosh Bahamamomma, I'd love just once to operate one of those big combines! It's only because of folks such as your husband, that our tables are so full.
Back atcha' tomorrow!