Closet Extremist

Why's it getting darker?

Got to the jobsite yesterday, and found that the contractor had not poured the pit like he was supposed to. Aparrently his supplier did not deliver the concrete until 5:00 PM, so he didn't bother to do any work on it. When we showed up, they were just completing the process of shovelling out all the mud and trash out of the pit, so we started looking for something to do. We decided to go ahead and get Ford's gang-box from the shop, and bring along the pipe machine as well. I went and got a few masonry (if you pronounce that last "masonary" I'll give you a fat lip) bits for the hammer drill. I got a four and a half-hour day out of it.

I came on home, and took one look at the yard. Bad idea. Can't put that off anymore, so the yard is mowed and I got a few other minor chores taken care of. Suppertime rolled around, and I realized that I hadn't eaten anything up to that point, so I gave Sarah a call to see what she was up to. She'd just finished a tile job, and was as hungry as I was, so it's off to the Texas Roadhouse for some dead cow parts. After a big steak, potato, salad, and the fresh bread, I was feeling quite chipper, so we hung around and had a few beers, and a bourbon or two.

While sitting at the bar, a couple sits down to wait on their to go order, with their two-year old boy Connor. What a cute kid. We had a lot of fun playing with him, and talking to his parents. Dad is a pilot, and Mom is a speech therapist. Needless to say, the conversation was interesting and they enjoyed talking with us as much as we did them. All in all, a decent day. I'm two for two now, so I'm just waiting for the other shoe to drop. I think I see its shadow already.