Every boys' home should have a basketball court.
Tuesday, May 7, 2013
The Peekskill Commuter has been quite out of commission lately. With all that's swirling about in my noggin and all the calls to duty, there's virtually no space or time or place to conveniently compose these posts.
Life has been occupied by one task after another: assemble this compost box; now create a basketball court for the boys; pick up and move a 200 lb antique desk dresser into the house by yourself; move all of the furniture out of Dominic's bedroom, for the fourth time in a month, by yourself, so we can paint; take care of the baby; refurbish and refinish another antique armoir; take five minutes to eat some cold ribs, cheese and a beer; buy and set up a bifurcate faucet and garden hose system, so we don't have to drag the 100 foot hose back and forth across the flower bed every night...
A real man's lunch: cold ribs, cheese and beer.
And that's just a sample of the work that's waiting for me a home; don't get me started on the mountains they've got me moving back at the office. Ugh!
As a colleague commented yesterday after I told her about my latest childcare conundrum, "Life is never dull...[for the Peekskill Commuter]."
At least I've got that going for me. : )
PK
Turning another man's tarnished junk, into my treasure.
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