Happiness is

Hammer tagged me to talk about childhood toys. Boy, I can’t help him much, I just never had much in the line of toys as a child. My parents both worked and had money, but my parents were for my parents, us kids were poor. I just don’t recall much in toys from my childhood, and certainly no collections. Well, there was my booger collection, but I kept it at Sewmouse’s house under every ledge I could find. LOL.

I tried to get my sister Bev interested in a booger collection but she preferred to eat hers, yuck. Umm, does shit on the end of a stick chasing my sister’s count as a toy?

I recall an occasional metal truck to play with, and a old train set that someone had given us, but those things didn’t last long with the fuck head brother I had.

My teen years were spent with a fishing pole, an old blanket and a pillowcase to pack a few things in as I wandered around in the mountains. I did have some sort of bike most of the time, and a dog. That was about it.

It’s okay, I don’t care, I got over my childhood, now I have kites, a radio controlled boat, a radio controlled airplane that I’m very good at crashing. And soon, a nice camper retreat. Oh, and a number of fishing poles that people have given me, but I only use one of them, it works great for flying the kite.

Terry stopped by yesterday, I haven’t seen him for some time. He keeps inviting me out for a free meal but I just never get out that way. I worked with him a lot for about three years, doing repairs, new construction, remodeling, things like that. For a while I opened the café and cooked the breakfast shift also. I showed him the rig I ‘invented’ to spray the foam in spray cans onto surfaces, he thought it was very cool and that I should patent it. Na, getting a patent is a pain in the butt, been there, done that, and I don’t care to make money off of something like that. Anyone that wants to know how to do it, I’m happy to tell them how. It was nice to see him, I really do need to get out that way someday, they serve damn good food out there
Granny's Cafe

Dan called me a moron, I called him a moron right back, he, he, he. He gives folks way to much credit for being so special and never having issues. I guess he thinks that he and all his readers are perfect but all they do on his blog is go blah, blah, blah until he gets 200 comments to brag about, big whoop. Hell, I wish I was perfect, but I know that I’m flawed.

Happiness is a camp/travel trailer. Okay, something like that is a retreat to me. And it’s going to be nice to have a highly mobile one so that I can get away to quite places.

The heavy roofing that I mentioned Rick bring to me the other day is actually some type of PVC material, like the tarps that truckers use, only much heavier. It must have cost a lot of money, I’m thankful to have been given it. It’s ten feet wide and twenty-three feet long, I put it over the camper with the black side up so that the sun warms it up faster. That should allow me to work on parts of it more, right now there is a lot of frost or condensation in it every morning. I had it rolled out in the driveway to warm up when Terry was here and he offered to help me put it over the trailer but I didn’t want to do it right then. He wasn’t sure I could do it by myself but he’s seen me figure out how to do lots of things by myself so he didn’t push it.

It wasn’t hard I clamped a pair of vicegrips to one end and attached a rope to them, tossed it over the camper and went to the other end and pulled it over. I have another friend that is very good at figuring out how to do things alone also, hell, we could figure out how to build pyramids. Well, at least I’ve built homes alone.

Yesterday I worked on chopping on the last load of firewood (picture) that Helen got. Actually, I work on it a little most days. I’m chopping up the rolls on the right and stacking it on the left. The roll I have done so far will last her about a month, depending on the weather. I try to keep two months worth of chopped wood on hand for her. On the far right, out of the picture is a roll and a half that is the current stock being used. It’s good exercise and helps keep me in shape.

A bit about Helen. Aside from being the most pleasant and cheerful woman I’ve ever known, she does have her quirks. I really want to paint her kitchen, it really needs it. But every time I bring it up she starts steaming so I drop it. She has never smoked or drank, or driven a car, and swears very little although she loves the art of swearing and doesn’t care that I do. Once in a while when she is with me and I’m swearing at what a stupid monkey driver is doing she might say something like, “Yeah……. Motherfucker”, and then she giggles. And she loves risque jokes, good people she is.

And I think that she likes a little shock value once in a while also. We were at a bar one night, I was singing karaoke, and she went over to another table to talk too the folks there, picture a little old lady saying as innocently as a three year old, “I like to fuck.” Boy, that gets everyone’s attention. LOL

Anyway, it’s laundry day again here at Polly’s Honky Tonk Saloon and Whorehouse. Have a good day everyone, be peaceful and un-needy. BBC