While surfing the internet this am for tips on installing laminate sheeting on a counter top, I came upon the inevitable Facebook. -- just happens to be the home page on our home computer. While looking at my friends updates, I notice a lot of "A year in review" and "Status Collage for 2009". What gets us into this nostalgic mood? How much did the year 2009 mean to us that we have to mourn it's passing? Time is measured in many units, and only one of those is a year. So I say, let's just get back to it.
I have a new saying lately. It is "A man's worth can be judged by the length of his extension cords". That's it. Nothing dirty, I am talking about those orange or yellow cords that allow you to run your "Skil" saw up to 50 feet away from the outlet. I have 7 of these such gems, and all measuring 30 feet or more. I just can't seem to get enough of them. Oh, and they have to be 3 prong, no 2 prong white or brown ones, they don't count.
As some of you know, I am in the midst of a home reno - we have moved on to the kitchen. My Wife, Sonia, has been very forgiving of the extension cords lying about, as she understands they are a necessity and also recognizes the means to an end. ( I think she's a little impressed by the sheer length of them when placed end to end ). But I digress. The reno was sidelined by the holiday season, and now that my four days of Christmas are over, it's time to get back to the good stuff. On to cupboards and countertops - a task from which I am currently procrastinating.
Speaking of the holiday season, this one was a blast. Four straight days of food, and excellent food it was. Time spent with friends and family, what could be better than that? The look in a child's eye when you give him a present and he rips open the wrapping to find inside a book of short stories and a pair of socks -- it brings a tear to my eye every time! :-) (anyone who knows me knows that I will only allow books and socks as gifts if there is a sizeable toy to allow the child to expunge the memory of said socks and books from his memory, lest he be tempted to egg my house at a later date).
Well, I guess it's time for a trip to Home Depot for a can of contact cement, some dowels, and a brush. I may even pick up a new extension cord.
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